Only two years ago I was suffering with so-called incurable diseases, which had baffled the skill of physicians and surgeons. I was giving up in despair, being thoroughly convinced that materia medica could not help me, and I cried to God for help daily. Here Christian Science found me. A friend called and asked me only to try Christian Science. I laughed at her, through ignorance of the Truth, but my dear friend said, "Well, you just try it, and you will be healed." Those words I could not forget. I was sinking, as it were, and I reached out for this life-preserver,—Christian Science,—praying to God earnestly that the Truth alone might be presented to me. My husband insisted that I should consent to call in a practitioner, so I said, "I have no faith at all in this healing power; but I am willing to have one call." My husband immediately telephoned for a practitioner who called that same beautiful Sunday afternoon.
It seems to me that of all the lovely, bright sunshiny afternoons, that I remember, this was the brightest. The dear lady came into my room, looking at me so sweetly, her face was bright, happy, and cheerful. I told her that I wished it to be thoroughly understood, that I had no faith in Christian Science. She smiled and said, "You have faith in God?" "Yes, indeed I have!" was my quick reply. Then she told me that God was the Healer, not man, and gave me a treatment. The healing was instantaneous. I dressed myself and attended services that evening, feeling perfectly well. I was surprised. My husband was happy, as he knew that I was virtually snatched from the grave. The following Tuesday, I went away on a visit to my relatives in Alabama. The dear Journal was all the Christian Science literature I had with me. All were delighted to see me well. As usual they began cautioning me about my health,—saying, "You are so imprudent with yourself you will be sick again." I knew so little of Science I could not tell them my reasons for taking no thought of my body as I used to, as they all at one time supposed I would fill a consumptive's grave. One evening my sister began complaining about a soreness in her throat, and a dreadful pain down her spine. Meningitis was at that time an epidemic, and she declared she was coming down with it. I did not part my lips (my practitioner had given me several points about cast not your pearls before swine, so I was on the lookout). My sister turned to me, saying, "You have changed. How cold you seem, not at all sympathetic." I said, "You do not understand." I had not told any of my people about my healing, in fact they knew very little of Christian Science. my sister seemed to be growing worse, and asked what she should do. Then I felt was my time to speak. I told her of my instantaneous healing, and told her all I knew of Science. I said to her, "I have a Journal, if you would like to have me read to you." She asked if I thought that she could be helped. I told her positively, she could. She asked me to read, so I began reading aloud. Pretty soon she stopped me, and asked, "What did you do to me?" "Why nothing except declare you are God's perfect child, and read the testimonies out of the Journal." She arose healed. Since then I have had many beautiful demonstrations, proving the allness of God. My husband accepted Science at the same time that I did. We are striving daily to become loyal Christian Scientists. We have not used any material means since my healing over two years ago. I have a great deal to be thankful for. I only wish to work for the cause, to help others as I was helped.
Jacksonville, Fla.
