Several years ago, while I was employed in the manufacturing laboratory of a drug company, Christian Science was presented to me as something worthy of thoughtful consideration. I had heard of it before only through jest, and through the careless remarks of persons who had given it either no examination or merely a superficial one. Through my intense interest in pharmaceutical work I had become thoroughly material in thought, and when my great need came, it seemed hard to break the bonds of this way of thinking.
From childhood I had always had a strong desire for religion, for truth,—not the religion I saw about me and heard expounded on all sides, which could not satisfy either heart or reason. I could not believe that God ever had to be reconciled to His children by letting them crucify His Son to satisfy His anger. How many today are facing the same dilemma, believing implicitly the Scriptural statements, still not being able to accept the common interpretation.
While wondering what I would or could do if I gave up the only work that seemed to interest me, the question started to adjust itself, for some irritating crystals settled on my lungs and I coughed until it became necessary to give up my work. Finally I had a hemorrhage, and the case was soon afterward diagnosed by a specialist as acute pulmonary tuberculosis. At that sad hour I believed life held nothing more of happiness or good for me, and it would have taken little to have moved me toward self-destruction by the shortest chemical route. Then it was that I consented to read Science and Health, and I became so absorbed in it that I do not know just when the healing came. I found also, to my indescribable joy, that a stomach disorder of long standing had left me, and that my glasses could be removed without any bad result. I have read as much as ever since then, but have never had the old trouble with my eyes. The blessing of peace and love, however, has far exceeded the joy that came with these healings and the many others since that time.
