Christian Science does heal, and permanently. I am happy and grateful to make the above statement. About twenty-three years have gone by since I first became a student of Christian Science. My mother and two sisters had passed on from consumption. This caused me constant fear that I would go the same way, and the thing I greatly feared—consumption—came upon me. The family physician said that both lungs were affected; that perhaps, if I went to a warmer climate, I could be healed. A kindly osteopathic physician whom I knew, advised Christian Science, stating, "You know they heal sometimes when doctors fail." I began reading "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy and went south to a warmer climate. For almost three years I kept on with my reading of the textbook, but still depended on climate to assist, having gone first to low and then to high altitudes. I was benefited, but had not made any very great progress.
One evening, after being introduced to one of our Christian Science lecturers, I asked him, "Why is my healing so slow?" To my great surprise he said, "What are you seeking?" I thought he ought to see, but replied, "I want to be physically well." Then came the message of truth which I have carried with me these twenty years: "If you will come to Christian Science, not for the sake of your healing, but rather to gain the truth, and nothing but the truth, your healing will be inevitable." Then and there my thought went through a complete change. I realized I had been trying to heal a physical body, whereas it was my thinking that had to be corrected. Soon after that conversation I was completely healed. Since that time I have proved it possible to live in many different climates, since for many years, as an advertising representative, my duties took me to all sections of the United States.
During the early part of the late war, I was compelled to give up a certain line of work which had been my source of income for several years. In this period of adjustment to new conditions I suffered intensely with my feet. While I was in a shoe store one day, the clerk said, "Do you know you have fallen arches?" I did know my own thinking needed to be corrected. I needed to realize man's relationship with God in order to be free; to know that man never could fall from his high estate, since he is inseparable from divine Principle. For several days my thought dwelt on these truths, and my feet never troubled me again. There are many more healings I could relate, healings of sorrow, and of resentment when I have felt I had been misrepresented.
