Looking forward as eagerly as I do to the arrival of the Journal and the Sentinel, I feel it to be only my duty to add my testimony to help swell the ranks of the ever-increasing and ever-interesting "Testimonies from the Field." Some months ago one of my sisters was staying with me. She had suffered all her life from a belief in a disordered liver. She was obliged to go out to India for three years, and hampered by this disease she fell a victim to the law that her sufferings were bound to increase in that country. A severe claim of gall-stone confined her to bed for a month, during which time she was kept constantly under morphine.
One morning during her visit to me last summer she awoke in great pain, with every symptom of the old trouble: but having become interested in Science through my healing, she endeavored to treat herself, but a couple of hours afterwards she was in terrible pain, and asked me to treat her. I took her up to my room, made her lie down on the sofa, covered her up, for she was bitterly cold, and commenced treating her. In less than five minutes, she sat up, threw off the covering, and said, "I am perfectly well. I have not a vestige of pain." "That is lovely," I replied. "Now I will read to you from Science and Health." And I picked up the book, which was lying on the bed closed to me. I had no idea of what I was going to read. I thought I would look through it, and find something suited to her comprehension. I opened it, and these were the words upon which my eyes fell, "In her belief the woman had chronic liver-complaint, and was then suffering from a complication of symptoms connected with this belief. I cured her in a few minutes" (Science and Health, p. 388). Praise God for the Truth voiced in such clarion tones by Mrs. Eddy, who has made such beautiful things possible.
Another demonstration which may also be a help to others was one I had for myself in September last. In drawing back a curtain I grasped a wasp which stung my finger severely. Instantly mortal mind wailed, "Oh dear! now I shall have a bad hand for days;" but just as quickly came the right thought: "You cannot have a bad hand—matter cannot swell, ache, or be inflamed; for there is no sensation in matter." In about fifteen minutes I finished dressing, using the finger, although to mortal mind it was much swollen and very hard. In an hour's time all pain had ceased, and no one could tell on looking at my hand which finger had been stung. This was a wonderful demonstration to my family, for I have invariably suffered terribly when stung by a wasp or a bee, my hand having to be wrapped in rags steeped in hazeline, and even then the swelling would extend up my arm so that I have had to use a sling.
