One Wednesday evening on my way to our weekly testimony meeting, after working all day in town, I was suddenly conscious of an unusual sense of mental and physical fatigue. It was early, as I had to be on duty as usher, so I decided to go first to the reading room for a little while, but found that I could not see to read, the page before me appearing quite blank. I thought I had better ask somebody to usher for me, but could not remember anything clearly, even my own name, and could not speak sensibly. I tried very hard to remember something, and the only thing I could grasp was the word "God." I hung on to that, repeating it over and over again. Soon, feeling a little better, I was able to ask somebody to do my work as usher, and returned to the reading room intending to remain there during the meeting; but I felt a great longing to be at that meeting, so went, and, although I could see nothing clearly and was unable to understand any of the reading or the testimonies, I felt a great sense of peace. All the time I kept repeating to myself the one thing I could remember—the word "God." After the meeting I had to see several people about committee work, and, though I could not see anybody's face, I believe I spoke intelligently to all who came up to me, and I do not think anybody knew that I could not see clearly. I had arranged beforehand to return with a friend to spend the night at her home. When I remembered this, for a moment I felt that I could not go, and would rather return to my own home and get to bed; but, realizing that this would be making a reality of it all, I went with her. Soon after we arrived at the house I told her that I was not feeling well and would like her to give me Christian Science treatment. When I got into bed I tried to read the Bible, ' but could not see the words, so I lay down, knowing that I was in God's care, and that all was well. I slept soundly, and awakened in the morning perfectly healed, and went to work as usual, feeling particularly fresh and well; it just seemed as if the whole experience had been an unpleasant dream.
About two years or more before I knew of Christian Science, I had a similar experience, and a doctor was called in. Although the symptoms were not so alarming, I was in bed for some time, and the effects lasted for several months; I would frequently awaken in the night with a great dread of the symptoms returning. I look back at this last experience, not with dread or fear, but with gratitude for the proof of the healing power of Christian Science. Although it seemed alarming I was not a bit afraid, and was quite confident all the time that, though I could not think clearly enough to do the work myself, God would heal me. I am very grateful for the loving help so readily given when I asked for treatment. I find that Christian Science just makes all the difference to my work and pleasure—both becoming purer and more real as the desire for spiritual understanding grows stronger.— Twickenham, Middlesex, England.
