Testimonies of Healing

Our little girl was very sick for three months. First she had scarlet fever, then inflammation of the bowels, and finally typhoid fever.

Extract from a private letter from one who was healed by reading a copy of the Journal, and who is demonstrating from her individual study of Science and Health. "Being a stranger in W.

Four years ago I learned for the first time that there was a way to be healed through Christ. I had always been sick, but found no relief in drugs.

I know you will rejoice with me, and be glad to hear of the good work following my sojourn in the Adirondack Mountains. I learned one very instructive and important lesson.

I am more than glad to contribute my testimonial to the power of divine Truth, in destroying the claims of error. As an infant, I was believed to have inherited a weak, nervous temperament, and, this thought being held by the family, grew up a frail, sickly child.

I have often been on the point of sending some little experience to the Journal, but have been deterred by the thought that only the old, tried soldiers should write for those pages; and not one who has barely entered the field. To-day I can hold my peace no longer.

Some instances of the power of Truth over error having come under my observation recently, the thought came to relate them for the benefit of those seeking for Light. The claim of Measles has been very prevalent, and, in belief, has taken very dangerous forms, in this vicinity, and in a number of instances terminating fatally, while, also, supposedly causing other beliefs considered serious.

For six months I was obliged to go on crutches from belief of accident; the ligaments about the ankle bones were said to be torn. During this time everything recommended was used, the physician saying, the most that could be done would be to give it time.

My little daughter, seven years old, had a severe belief the other night. After the victory over sense had been won, she sat up in bed, and asked for pencil and paper, saying, "I am so full of God, mamma, I want to write about Him.

About six months ago I passed through a class of Christian Science instruction, and whenever the teacher spoke of "Mind the only Sight," I did not have the faintest thought of taking off my glasses, after so many years of almost constant use. The lesson on that subject was for any other member of the class but me.