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NOTES FROM THE FIELD

From the April 1896 issue of The Christian Science Journal


When Christian Science was first brought to my notice about three and one-half years ago, it found me without belief in the Bible, and especially in the wonderful words, and to me, still more wonderful works of Jesus; for, believe them I could not, holding, as I did then, to the supposed laws of matter. It also found my home made, to say the least, very uncomfortable by the almost constant illness of my wife, she having been an invalid for many years, and for a year and a half just preceding the time to which I allude, she had been much worse than ever before, and we had about given up all hope of relief, for we had tried all material remedies within our reach, without receiving any permanent benefit. Christian Science came to us in this, our darkest hour, and in less than a week the clouds had disappeared, and the sunlight of Science burst forth.

I had sent my wife from our home in another state to this city to try Christian Science, scarcely daring to hope that it would prove beneficial; and when, in a few days, I heard from her saying that she was better, that she surely was on the highway to complete recovery, and that Christian Science was working the cure, I was surprised, and not understanding, of course, doubted; and when, a few days later, I came to take her home, and she met me at the station with smiling face, bright eyes, standing erect, or walking with a firmness and decision in her step I had not seen there since she was a schoolgirl, I could scarcely realize that this was the same woman I had put on the sleeper only ten days before, under the influence of morphine, to enable her to endure the night journey, wholly unable to walk a short half-block, the most forlorn, woebegone looking woman I think I ever saw. Yes, Christian Science had shown her the unreality of her belief in the power of matter, and had relieved her of the fear that had been holding her in bondage so many years.

And never once, since she heard the voice of Science, have I heard her say she was ill, nor has there been a doctor(professionally), or a particle of medicine in our house; for on my return home I took great delight in visiting the closet where we kept the family skeleton, in the form of a fine assortment of medicines, both liquid, and powdered, also plasters, hot water bottles, and a small array of surgical instruments, and throwing them all away, satisfied that we never would resort to them again, having learned that all healing is mental, and comes through the understanding that Mind is all.

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