It is with great joy that I add my testimony to the many others, feeling, as I do, that outside of Christian Science neither peace nor true happiness is to be found. I heard of Science many years ago, and have been very slow in waking up—not for want of desire, but because my life till then had been spent in acquiring worldly knowledge, in thinking of self, and in a firm belief in the power of human intellect. For a long time I did not understand why I could not practice the teaching of Christian Science, which appealed so much to my sense of logic; but at last the desire to know the truth has broken the spell of material thinking. It is not so much physical healing I have known as the gradual change of character and outlook, the overcoming of great fear and nervousness, and the awakening understanding of how harmony is realized by turning to Love in thought.
Some years ago I had a great problem to meet, when a child was born to us. I was at a rather advanced age, and mortal mind suggested many difficulties, but I had the most loving help given me by a practitioner and a Christian Science nurse; and my recovery was quick and wonderful. Our baby, who never has been under medical care, is a picture of health and love, who smiles and nods her head when we at night finish our prayer with these words: "And thank you, dear God, for truth." Science has been a wonderful help with the children as I understand that whatever seems wrong in them has to be corrected in my own thought; and I have seen them respond so quickly to the truth that they are ideas in divine Mind and can reflect only good. During an influenza epidemic our little girl seemed to be very ill, but with the help of a practitioner the ailment was soon overcome. When our son of twelve, in the early spring, caused his father great anxiety by having a swollen neck, the kind help given him also soon healed the trouble; and we have later, on several occasions, proved through our own understanding of God's allness the unreality of various discords. I testify this in the hope that some who may think their awakening slow may believe that if we desire truth with all our heart, we cannot fail to get it, and that our weary cry will be turned into a song of praise.— Cheltenham, England.
