Testimonies of Healing

After many years as soloist for the branch Church of Christ, Scientist, of which I am a member, I retired from this position and did not expect to act in this capacity again. I stopped practicing and eventually found it difficult even to sing hymns.

Although I went to a Christian Science Sunday School as a child, I did not make this Science of Christianity my own until much later when I was in a position of urgent need. I had gone to a hospital emergency ward for treatment for a serious case of hives.

Christ Jesus admonished his listeners to "judge righteous judgment" ( John 7: 24 ) . I want to share two recent healings that came about because I refused to judge on the basis of the material evidence.

When I was married and had two children, my daughter had an eye that watered continually for at least a month. My husband was not a Christian Scientist at that time, and he wanted me to take her to a doctor.

Gratitude fills my heart as I look back over many years of healing in Christian Science, filled with opportunities to glorify God—opportunities that often come brilliantly disguised as unsolved problems for my family and me. My grandmother and my parents were dedicated Christian Scientists and always very active with church work.

Several years ago I was in the dentist's office for a periodic cleaning of my teeth. The dentist called my attention to what appeared to be a small growth on my tongue.

When I First received Science and Health, it did not mean much more to me than any other book. But after I had read it several times, it started having more meaning.

Several Years Ago I came down with a case of flu. Although I prayed daily and received treatment from a Christian Science practitioner, I mistakenly harbored the suggestion that this sickness was something that I would recover from anyway.

After Six Years of marriage, my husband and I were blessed with a darling baby daughter. She slept in a bassinet near our bed.

About Eight Years Ago , one of my sons offered me an airplane ticket to accompany his two young children to Porto Alegre. I expected the return trip to be harmonious, remembering what the Psalmist says: "Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there" ( Ps.