Christ Jesus said, "He that believeth on me, though he were dead, yet shall he live." In deepest gratitude do I herewith subscribe my testimony to the unfailing power of divine Love upon which this familiar saying of Christ is established, and I send this message as one who is indeed "risen from the dead."
In March, 1911, I was taken seriously ill with what seemed to be an unusually severe attack of cold. Three months before, I had suffered from a similar attack, the effects of which did not seem to have entirely left me. At first we turned to Christian Science for help, but for some reason the case did not yield at once. Indeed, it grew rapidly worse. As my sufferings, which were almost unendurable, increased, fear so far overpowered me that, at my request, a physician was finally called to administer a hypodermic injection. This physician attended me for nearly a week. On the sixth day, he acknowledged that he could do nothing more for me, and said that he would return in a few hours with a specialist for consultation.
Shortly after his departure I passed into unconsciousness, and my mother, recognizing this unconsciousness as that which is supposed to precede death, had my sister telephone for a Christian Science practitioner at once, and dismissed the doctor. This was between two and three o'clock in the afternoon. The practitioner responded immediately, and spent the entire night at my bedside. At five o'clock the next morning, for the first time in fifteen hours, I regained consciousness and asked for something to eat. Neither food nor drink of any sort had passed my lips for at least six days previous to this time, nor could I have retained anything had it been taken.
