Last April, one of my neighbors came to us for a few days' sojourn. I had preached the Truth to him occasionally, but he did not seem to be interested. On Thursday after he came to us, "the wind blew a piece of sand into his right eye and it became inflamed." I kept talking Christian Science to him when in the house, and gave him thoughts with which I have healed little troubles in others' thoughts; but it did him no good. Saturday morning, I gave him a thorough treatment; and Saturday evening he "could not open his eye." About eight in the evening, I was explaining that Jesus did not die on the cross; quoting passage after passage of Jesus' own sayings in regard to death. At once he exclaimed, in eager tones: "I believe! I believe, Mrs.—— that this is the only true religion; and that this destroying of the belief of flesh, blood, and bones is the resurrection of man, instead of Jesus merely taking his flesh and blood body out of the tomb." No sooner did he utter the words "I believe," than he opened the inflamed eye; from that instant it was healed. I had never explained to him the resurrection of man. I did not realize Truth any more when I was explaining to him than I had before.
About two weeks ago I had a case of belief of diphtheria — "symptoms of the worst form." In twenty-four hours the patient declared herself well, and ready to do the accustomed heavy day's work.
Over a year ago I had a case of broken finger. Without splint or bandage, the patient did the work for six in the family — "two of whom were small children, and three haymakers," — taking care of the milk, making butter from three cows, and doing her own washing, all but the wringing. In three weeks her finger was perfectly well. She is one, who now would believe that I could comprehend the Power to grow her "head" on if it were taken off.
