It is many years since I first began the study and practice of Christian Science, and I am more grateful than words can express for this revelation of Truth, given to us by our dear Leader, Mary Baker Eddy. Several years ago I gave a testimony which was printed in The Christian Science Journal, and I now feel I must once again tell others that this truth has never failed me and I know it never will, as I am daily gaining more reliance upon God. My first healing was of chronic bowel disorder of severel years standing, for which I was obliged to take medicine daily. As soon as I started to read the textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy, I learned that as God is Spirit and is our Life, to put faith in medicine is to serve a false god, and I left off taking it at once, and with the help of a practitioner I was healed. This healing was slow, but God has been an ever present help. I was also healed of severe colds which were almost continual, and with this healing, fear of contagion, climate, draughts, et cetera was to a very great extent overcome
I would here like to say how grateful I am that the first practitioner I met explained to me that I could put into practice even the little understanding I had then gained, so that Christian Science became to me a practical religion from the start, and I was able to help myself and others. Knowing through demonstration that Christian Science is the pearl of great price. I joined a branch church, and later The Mother Church, and grew to love the services, literature, and reading room, and to take part in the activities of organization. I have had the great privilege of class instruction, for which I am increasingly grateful, and I now have a greater longing then ever before to consecrate my life to God and to heal as Jesus did.
During the war I was healed of a virulent attack of Spanish influenza, before retiring I asked for absent treatment, which the practitioner lovingly gave me, and after that first night, during which I seemed, to be fighting with death. I was up at the usual hour to breakfast and had a busy day away from home. This was a wonderful proof of God's love. Other phases of this belief manifested themselves and were met during the net few days, and I was not confined to bed. The last phase, depression, which seemed perhaps the worst, was overcome the moment I saw it as a further attack of the same evil and realized its powerlessness to bind God's child.
