While the testimonies of healing, both in the Journal and the Sentinel, have been very helpful to me, I used to have a feeling of regret that I could not add mine to the list, because I did not come into Christian Science in that particular way. Since then I see that perhaps I have all the more reason to rejoice, because I was liberated from evil habits and vicious thoughts which, at first, I did not care to part with.
Christian Science now appeals to me as essential to the unfolding of a beautiful and consistent Christian life, but prior to this discovery I sought in every way possible to overthrow it. My position on a large western daily newspaper gave me abundant opportunity to gratify my taste in this direction. My early training in an ultra conservative religious atmosphere may have had something to do with my attitude of mind, for without even looking into the subject I was positive that it was akin to mesmerism or hypnotism, and that it was parading in the stolen vestments of the church. My intense hatred for Christian Science blinded me to the good it had already done in my family circle, and I endeavored to avoid talking about it on all occasions.
But, like Saul of Tarsus, there came a time when the scales fell from my eyes. As the guest of a lady in Salt Lake City, good manners prevented me from ignoring a subject which seemed absorbing and interesting to her, and, much to my surprise, I found that that which I had been opposing so vigorously and persistently was the very ideal Christian life for which I had been blindly groping during twelve years.
