One often hears the remark, "I could believe in Christian Science, but not when it comes to absent treatment." I wish therefore to testify to the efficacy of such treatment. On Easter Monday,1912, I was seized with an old nervous trouble from which I had suffered some years ago. I tried to help myself, but finding I was getting worse, a Christian Scientist cabled to Boston for treatment for me. In the interim my relatives, seeing that my condition was becoming more serious, called in their family doctor. He attended me for some weeks, but found he could do no good, so of his own accord he stopped calling. He had ordered me to leave the town for a change, but this I flatly refused to do, for I knew God would heal me if I only clung closely,—not that I did not get despondent many times and often fear He had forsaken me; but I never neglected to read Science and Health, although I could not grasp all I read. I spent an entire week reading a few chapters. I was not able to write to my practitioner to explain my condition, so a dear Scientist kept him posted till I could do so. After some weeks there was a decided improvement; but it did not last long, so I again cabled for further treatment, and in less than a week I was completely healed. My whole mentality had undergone an entire change. God had indeed heard me.
All during this trying experience I felt I would be healed, as I knew I had a work to do to voice His word in this "isle of the sea;" and now during the past five years I have been privileged to bring many to the light, and quite a few can testify to the healing touch of Truth. Our daily prayer is for more understanding to guide the weary ones athirst in this isle. It is a great joy for our little band to meet for the reading of the Lesson-Sermon; and the Christian Science literature, which arrives twice a week, is also a great help.
I must testify to God's protecting care, experienced during the hurricane in November,1912. While it raged, sweeping everything in its course, terror filled the heart of thousands; but under our roof there was no fear evinced, and we were all busy trying to keep a dry spot. We had to leave the upper floor, expecting that the roof would be blown off. The storm raged for thirty-six hours, and for three hours it was very terrible, while to make it worse the skies were as red as if they were on fire. We were perfectly calm through it all, for we held firmly to the ninety-first psalm, and felt secure with the "everlasting arms" about us.