Testimonies of Healing

When I left my home in Nova Scotia a little over two years ago, in search of spiritual and physical health, I left it with the belief of death staring me in the face. I had been in the Doctor's care some ten or twelve years before, and sentence of death had been pronounced upon me by a great many mortal minds; but, so far as I remember now, I myself never for an instant entertained the thought of not getting better.

In the universal desire for Love and Life, I, like many others, had turned in this direction and in that, hoping at each new point in the search to grasp these unseen forces, which, when found, must bring an abiding satisfaction that would rule out uncertainty, unrest, and further alternatings between hope and fear. In my earliest consciousness, God stood for good; but, the opposite realization in the world around me caused me to doubt this intuitive sense of abstract good, and brought to me the sense of self-condemnation because of my inability to demonstrate over the bondage of evil.

I lift my heart in gratitude, silently to the "giver of all good," and openly to those workers in His vineyard, whose expressions in the November Journal, of patient, loving endeavor bring me comfort, strength and a more earnest desire to "press on," out of self into Christ, Truth and Love. — H.

A little girl, four years old, was healed through Christian Science about a year ago; and since then has not needed a doctor, until a short time ago; when she was run over by a bicycle. Her cheek was cut so badly that it had to be sewed up.

A gentleman over fifty had belief of La Grippe. I treated for it.

I am a graduate of one of the first Medical Colleges in the West, and was in active practice for many years. Was one of the most determined opposers of all modes of treating disease, except the straight old school Allopathic way.

I had no perception of the healing power of Truth until about a year ago. Four years ago I was as the man born blind.

The story of my being healed should have been told some time ago, no doubt, though I have waited for various—if unsound—reasons, until the comfort given me by the letters in the September Journal, opened my eyes to the possible help the recital of its effects may give to some one else. For years an invalid who could take no share in work outside my home, I have, since being healed (more than four years ago), taken an active part in many kinds of work, and can say with truth, that scarce a moment of my time is passed unoccupied.

Our little boy (nine months old) was suddenly stricken with fever. We called a physician who told us it would be impossible to get his fever down without throwing him into spasms, as his temperature was so high; also, that it could not be brought down in less than twelve hours, and it would be necessary to try to reduce it in about that time, or the child would not live.

I wish to bear testimony to the healing power of Truth. For years I was not strong, but since last January I have been a great invalid, and my life was despaired of by my physicians.