I Will relate a beautiful demonstration of the power of Truth over error. My son was presented with an alcohol engine on his sixteenth birthday and while testing the power of it, it exploded, covering his face with the burning fluid, the wick adhering to one cheek burning a hole in it; his sister, a year younger heard the explosion and rushed to him, then called to me to come at once that her brother was on fire. I, of course, was with him immediately and thanks to the blessed Truth my first thought was, "God is Love, His idea can never be harmed or injured by any seeming accident."
In a few minutes he said that all pain had left his face, but that one eye (which was badly burned), still pained him. I again did my best to realize the Allness of Love for him and in a very short time was rewarded by his telling me that he was quite easy.
I then went down stairs to my husband and explained matters to him, pointing out to him that though our son might recover under the care of an ordinary physician, yet there was no skill in the material world that could prevent scarring from such a burn, for he was burned beyond recognition, and begged him to allow me to have Christian Science treatment for the case; but he, poor man in his blindness, would not hear of such a thing and at once went for a doctor. When the doctor and my husband arrived they found the boy sleeping peacefully; the doctor was, of course, surprised to find there was no suffering, but he awoke him and commenced applying lotions to the wounds, which produced very great suffering; the doctor remarked that the pain in a little while would be so intense that we must then keep bathing the face with the drugs continually; he also left opiates to be administered, likewise fever medicine. My husband asked him if he thought our boy would be scarred; he answered that the eye that was burned would be drawn up, also the mouth would be drawn up on the side where the cheek was burned through. The rest of the face he would not speak about yet. As soon as my husband and doctor had left the room, my son begged me to remove the cloths from his face, saying that he could not endure the pain. I did so, and treated him until all pain left him.
