Mere words can never convey what Christian Science has done for my family and for me. For over four years it has been the only physician in our home, and it has never failed. Like so many thousands, I took it up, as a last resort, for physical and mental healing. I had "suffered many things of many physicians." Twice I was under the surgeon's knife with no satisfactory results. The physicians I last consulted were specialists who were noble men trying to help poor sufferers. As their methods failed to give me any relief, they said I must go to a sanitarium in southern California, or take up Christian Science. We had already spent a small fortune in trying to regain my health, so Christian Science was taken up. Some of my healings were instantaneous, as I took off my spectacles immediately and laid them away. Hemorrhoids also disappeared. Other troubles required much study on my part before healing resulted, and I find this has caused me to live a better life and to weed out wrong thinking.
I cannot finish this testimony without telling an experience my ten-year-old son had. He had climbed into the very top of a tree. The branches broke, and he fell to the ground, a distance of seventy-one feet. My husband and I were nearby picking berries. As I heard him fall I declared the truth. My husband went to him and the boy said he was not hurt, got up, went to the house, and retired. We finished picking our berries, and upon going into the house found him saying that he was hurt inside. I saw in an instant the fear, so told my husband to take me to a telephone where I could call a practitioner. We got into our car and went to the nearest telephone, a mile away. As I could not get the practitioner immediately my husband drove home. When I reached home my husband's fear was so great that he wanted a doctor. I told him that as far as I was concerned I knew everything was being done, but that if he did not understand enough to prove it, it was his right to get a doctor. The child, hearing the conversation, raised up and said, "Oh, papa, don't get a doctor." He was unconscious nearly all night, but when he woke in the morning he seemed all right and got up. The pain returned, however, in a very severe form, so I went to the telephone again and called the practitioner. Before I reached home the pain had gone, and it was so thoroughly removed from the child's thought he did not know on which side it had seemed to be. As, however, inaction of the circulation seemed to present itself, which seemed terrifying, my husband again voiced his desire for a physician, with the same results as he had previously had. I asked him to go out of the room so that he would not be looking at the child all the time, and within an hour the boy woke up and was much better. He remained in bed three days. The fourth day he got up and rode his bicycle, and has been well ever since.
I also wish to speak an encouraging word to those who live where they have not the opportunity of attending the church services. We often seem so alone; but as we continue to study and practice what we learn, we soon find that one on God's side is a majority. I have found the literature one of my greatest blessings. I take this means to thank all the dear practitioners and friends who have helped me along the straight path from sense to Soul. Words fail to thank God enough for giving so pure a woman as Mrs. Eddy to this earth.— Sixes, Oregon.
