The testimonies in the Journal and Sentinel have helped me so much in times past when struggling with sickness, and now when struggling to overcome sinful self in its many forms, that perhaps my testimony may help some almost despairing one whose healing has been as slow as my own.
Just three years ago I first heard of Christian Science. A Journal and lecture, as well as a short note giving the address of a healer, were sent to me by a sister, who said she had received great benefit from Christian Science treatment. I was surprised at its conciseness, but as I lay wearily in bed, I read the papers, and thought such things far too good to be true. The servant seemed astonished when I asked her to take a telegram at once, ordering the book, Science and Health, and if possible to send it by next post. On looking at it I was much puzzled to find I could take in nothing but the There is no death, Life, Life, Life and Love." For three days they haunted me, bringing a sort of strange peace. They were with me everywhere. To one who had spent nearly all the day on a sofa for ten years, and days together in bed, these words seemed strange, for I never expected to be like other people again, though I longed to be useful. I wrote also at once to a practitioner asking what Christian Scientists looked like, etc. The answers to my many questions seemed very unsatisfactory, so I thought I would just go and see for myself. I well remember starting off in a cab, my feet raised, and suffering horribly from the jolting. I dragged myself upstairs to the little flat so small and simply furnished, and was quite astonished when a gentle, bright little lady entered the room and began to talk to me. She suggested she should explain a little about Christian Science, and I could go home and consider whether I really wished for treatment, but I said, "No, indeed; though I have no faith in Christian Science, and do not believe it can possibly do me good, I am not going away till you have treated me." I had my treatment and went away. The next morning I remember waking with a great sense of rest and peace and of God's goodness, and especially that I need suffer no more at the hands of physicians and surgeons, for I had undergone tortures. Now at last they were all done with.
From that day I began to mend. One trouble after another almost imperceptibly gave way. Some seemed to have been there since girlhood, and some were the effects of a terrible illness.
