Testimonies of Healing
My previous testimony appeared in the Journal , October, 1949, and I feel the time has come to testify once more to the healing power of Christian Science. The continued blessing of membership in The Mother Church and a branch church, together with yearly association meetings, is a source of great joy.
At an establishment where I was employed there was a man who had only one leg. He had sustained an injury to the other leg, and it had been amputated after gangrene had set in.
Christian Science has been a blessing in each and every aspect of my life. It has introduced harmony into my home by teaching me the true sense of home as the divine consciousness in which man dwells.
Through the study and practice of Christian Science I have found life is joyful and satisfying. Knowledge of the eternal revelation of the facts of Spirit has brought into my experience a continuous, natural, and orderly flow of good.
Not gently, but forcibly, at times, the stubborn human will can be turned toward God's will in divine Science. For about four years I had suffered convulsive bouts with asthma, which came with greater frequency and severity.
I so well remember an experience in my life prior to school age. One warm summer day I was playing alone in the yard of our home.
Our old family Bible, tightly clasped shut and called the Book of Life, we regarded with ignorant awe. As a child what I saw of daily living seemed so complex and baffling that I often wondered why someone didn't find out what was in the Book of Life and learn a better way of living.
The Bible and the Christian Science textbook, Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy, have been my constant companions for nearly forty years.
My left hand was partially crushed one day when a heavy car door was slammed shut on it. Mortal mind asked: "Well, what are you going to do now, you who have always turned to your mother or practitioners for your healings? Your mother is no longer here and there is no practitioner on the island.
Christian Science was presented to my family about four years after my father had passed on. I was ten years of age at that time.