Twenty-three years ago, while I was at a sanatorium for tubercular patients, a friend told me of Christian Science and of its power to heal all discord and disease. As I pondered my friend's statement, for the first time in months I began to have hope. I purchased the textbook, Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy, and began to read.
I had heard much against Christian Science, against Mrs. Eddy and her followers, and my prejudice was sufficient to make it difficult for me to accept the teachings of the textbook. Though my one desire was to know whether my not it was the truth, I was so apprehensive regarding this Science that it took me a whole week to read the one chapter on Prayer. When I had finished reading it I felt that I had lost God; that I did not know how to pray.
The following morning I was taken suddenly ill with a so-called chronic trouble that I had been told could be healed only through an operation. My first thought was to call a practitioner, but I realized that my mother was sitting where she could hear me, and that if I did not receive immediate help she would feel there was no reason why I should continue the study of Christian Science. The temptation to take medicine to deaden the pain presented itself. Immediately came the thought, I have turned to God, and I am going to rely on Him. In my anguish I cried, "God, I don't know how to pray, but I want to know Thee." Is it necessary to add that I was instantly freed?
