From earliest boyhood my heart went out in yearning after spiritual things. At the age of ten years I joined an orthodox church, and for several years took an active part in all its meetings. I seemed to be happy and often testified in public to' the joy I experienced, but often I would throw myself upon the bed and cry out in agony, "Oh Lord, how long, how long!" I had inflammatory rheumatism and it often confined me to my room.
It chanced that one day my mother invited a lady from Jamestown, N. Y., who was a Christian Scientist, to visit her and to give a parlor talk to a number of our neighbors. I went through curiosity, seeing that a number of my good church people were present, but I was fully prepared to resist everything that might be said, because our pastor had recently told us to beware of Christian Science, that it was anti-Christian, and was taking the people away from the churches. The Scientist read the 91st Psalm, and then eave the Lord's Prayer with its spiritual interpretation as found in Science and Health, page 16. I listened in amazement Here was the spiritual for which I had been so long yearning. I had formerly been feeding on the empty husks of the letter, but here was the kernel.
The Scientist spoke gratefully of her recovery through the healing power of Truth and Love, and as I listened I said, Surely this is of God, this is for me!
