It is well-nigh time that my "tithe" was in "the storehouse," so I most lovingly submit the following testimony, with a heart full of gratitude which no words can express. When Christian Science first found me I was surely in the valley of shadows, as five or six of the best physicians in our land had said that I could not possibly recover. This was after a case of confinement, and I had always been very delicate and frail from a physical standpoint. One physician said that it was a case of general breaking-up, and that nothing could save me, and each of the others had a different theory. At that time I seemed only able to live from moment to moment.
After calling in a Christian Scientist, who gave me a treatment, I slept for hours, which I had not done in weeks, and with three or four days' treatment I was able to be up. Just at this moment, however, my relatives interfered, and my sister-in-law said I must be taken East, to get me away from those "horrid Scientists" as she called them. I was taken East to some of my own people, who were even more bitterly opposed to Christian Science, and a relapse took place. I was told that if I said any more about having Christian Science treatment I would be sent to an insane asylum, consequently my babe passed on, and from that time I was, as it were, stunned. My own people then brought in three different ministers of that town to try to show me that it was God's will my babe should be taken from me, and I shocked them very much by telling them that if this were true I had no use for that kind of a God. They said that I was in a very dreadful state of mind, but one of them asked me if there was anything he could say or do to comfort me, and I replied that if he could help me to find God that it would be a comfort. The dear man did pray most lovingly, but I only became more excited with sorrow and crying. About five months later I was taken back to my home in the far West, nothing but a nervous wreck and scarcely able to sit up for any length of time. For about five years previous there had been no natural action of the bowels, the physicians having to give me the most powerful drugs.
In this condition I borrowed a copy of Science and Health of a neighbor, and before I had read beyond the first paragraph of the Preface I was conscious of a great change, and from further reading such harmonious action of the system was demonstrated that I was instantaneously healed. The room in which I was reading became so illumined with light that I knew I was in the presence of divine Mind, and for a moment I thought I had left this mortal dream. All this happened some eight years ago, and it is needless to say that from that day to this there has never been even the slightest desire to touch medicine in any form. From the moment that I began the reading of Science and Health I was wedded to its teachings, and knew I had found that for which I had hungered from childhood—the bread which Jesus gave to his disciples. Surely it is a foretaste of "the Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love" (Christian Science Hymnal, p. 166). In about a year and a half from the time of my first reading of Science and Health, another babe came to me. A Christian Science practitioner who understood obstetrics carried the case entirely. I was up and out on the piazza the next day after the babe came, and out on the lawn every day following. I had never felt as well in all my life previous. All the medical laws held over such conditions were scattered to the winds.
