Twenty-four years ago I had lost all faith in religion and felt there could be no God. My father, sister, and mother had all passed on within three years. They were good people, and I could not understand why they should be taken away. I had been a member of an orthodox church all my life, but found nothing there that could help me in my sorrow.
At this point I heard of Christian Science. On a visit to a friend of my husband's I was struck with the conversation in the home: there was no gossip, no talk of disease; in fact, there seemed to be something in this home that we did not possess in ours. On leaving I questioned the friend's wife as to their religion. She told me it was Christian Science, a religion of which I had never heard before. She asked me if I should like to go to a meeting in this city. I did so, and afterwards borrowed from the library of the church a copy of Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy. I took the book home and became completely absorbed in it. On reading the chapter entitled "Prayer," I knew that I had found the truth: I saw that here was a religion I could live every minute of every day.
Our two children were taken to the Sunday school, which they attended until they reached the age of twenty years. One of the first healings we had was of our little girl, aged six. One night as I bathed her I noticed a large burn on her leg. In answer to my question, she told me that the red-hot poker had fallen out of the fire on to her bare leg, but that she had not felt it, because she had been taught in Sunday school that matter has no feeling. The healing was almost immediately complete, and it was very wonderful to me.
