It was in 1914 when, with a heart full of prejudice against what I believed Christian Science to be, I went to make my home among those who were striving to live according to its light.
Two and a half years later my grandfather came to visit us. He had been for a number of years an invalid, suffering from injuries received in a fall, unable to take a step without intense pain, and with bleeding kidneys. He was completely healed overnight through Christian Science, and I was witness to the healing and his rejoicing, though not in the least understanding it.
Then I found in a hotel room a copy of Sibyl Wilbur's book, "The Life of Mary Baker Eddy," and eagerly read it. This marked the destruction of all prejudice, though even then I was not ready to understand or accept the teachings of Christian Science. For the three years following, as a student in a university I became deeply absorbed in a study of religion and philosophy. Each study left me in a more hopeless state, until at the end I found myself like the Preacher, weighing every experience of mortal life and finding it wanting. At this point thought again turned to Christian Science. I knew those who were striving to follow its teachings did indeed reflect an undisturbed peace and happiness, and love for their fellow man. As I thought of these things there came suddenly one night, through the need of a loved one, the occasion that forced me to test its healing truth, and as I picked up and read "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mrs. Eddy, not only was the difficulty instantaneously met, but the deep significance of words meaningless before dawned on my consciousness with the light of revelation, and I knew that I had found that which I was seeking.
