Dear Journal: Will you kindly allow me a place in your columns that I may tell your many readers what Christian Science has done for me?
Looking from the standpoint of understanding to-day, I can see that the very hardest trials have been the most prominent quickenings in the journey to this shelter in Mind. I did not enter this haven of rest through sickness. I felt an insatiate hunger for something better, a yearning for that which, it seemed to me, must be found somewhere. I was tossed on every wave of conjecture and uncertainty, yet forever reaching forward. One day,—shall I ever forget it?—a friend said to me, "Will you go to Sunday-school with me, to the Church of Christ (Scientist)?" I went. I sat in a class and listened to such words as I had never heard before. The life and mission of Jesus was explained so vividly, so powerfully, the wealth of God's love laid before me so gently for my acceptance, that with a flowing heart and moistened eyes, I faintly, dimly saw that, at last, I was nearing home; that all my searching had been in atmospheres of error most bleak; that at last was the divine Love close to my heart; and in rapture such as, perhaps, few people can understand, was I led tenderly, oh so tenderly, to the table of His spreading. Without money and without price, yea, without asking, were the varied treasures of Christian Science exposed before me! How sure is the consciousness that this, and this alone, is true Christianity! No doubt can ever disturb the deep assurance, that God will speak to this age in no other tongue than this of Divine Science.
That I may, in my turn, be an instrumentality in bringing others to this feast, is henceforth my desire. Oh, let us be ready when the Master calls! He bids us "watch." He knew the danger and temptation of sleeping when the bridegroom came. Oh, do not miss this great gift of Christian Science! It is the "Stranger," indeed, until the voice is learned; and when learned and followed, it will lead us to that land promised the faithful.
