Since taking up the study of Christian Science three years ago, I have experienced healing a number of times, but am especially grateful for the most recent occasion.
For some time I cherished a great desire to see The Mother Church, and at last the way opened, in a very unlooked-for and, as I felt, providential manner, for me to make the trip to Boston. At the same time, I planned to participate in the celebration of a military organization in which I hold office, and to attend to some business affairs in Cambridge. Massachusetts.
A few days previous to the date of departure I was attacked by quinsy, and called upon a practitioner for aid, but with seemingly little result. I was to start for Boston on the fifth of June, a Saturday; but on the morning of that day I seemed unable to leave my bed. My throat was in a very bad condition, and I had fever alternating with outpourings of perspiration, so that my clothing had to be changed three times within a few hours. My wife telephoned to the practitioner, stating these facts, but the practitioner replied that I must on no account desist from going, as it was plainly the effort of error to deprive me of a privilege. She quoted for my encouragement the fifteenth and sixteenth verses of the third chapter of Joshua, which tell how the waters of Jordan parted for the passing over of the children of Israel only when "the feet of the priests that bare the ark were dipped in the brim of the water."
