About four years ago I was sent to Southern California for my health, several doctors having assured me of a perforation in one lung, which an attack of so-called bronchial pneumonia had aggravated. The information was also given me that if I should return in the spring to my temporary home in Cincinnati, I would not be able to stay there during the enervating summer heat. While in Pasadena, I met a lady who had been healed in Christian Science of a much more advanced case of consumption than my own, as well as of several other claims. My sojourn in that beautiful semi-tropical climate resulted in no marked change of weight, which mortal mind esteems the gauge of improvement in such cases. When leaving to return to my home, the lady referred to reminded me that if at any time I felt discouraged, I must remember that I had not yet tried the best remedy of all—Christian Science. As the heated term advanced. I lost the pound or two of flesh gained while absent. I began faithfully to conform to the law laid down for me by materia medica, and was evidently doomed to another exile. In despair I then turned to Christian Science, and in less than three weeks' treatment by one of our Leader's faithful students there was a complete transformation in my health. During the following six weeks of intense heat I gained over seven pounds, and weighed more than ever before. I also laid aside glasses, which had been prescribed for astigmatism.
A few weeks later all the waves and billows of sorrow seemed to overflow me, yet the physique, hitherto supposed so frail, never flinched under the strain. The healing of sorrow was slower than the physical claim, but with the help of another Scientist, afterwards my teacher, the demonstration was made, and to me is more wonderful and beautiful than anything else.
Sometimes in working out my own salvation, progress seems very slow by contrast with the first illumination borrowed from healer and teacher; but when I tell over the rosary of demonstrations that have come within my personal experience, the demon of discouragement becomes powerless to hinder me from pressing "toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus."
