Christian Science was first brought to my attention by a neighbor, who one Sunday invited me to accompany her to church. The invitation came as a surprise, for I had told her that I was not interested in church attendance, but I accepted because I loved her. Throughout that service I was impressed by the attitude of the congregation; it was one of earnest attention and an evident eagerness to know more about God. I was so enveloped in this atmosphere that I found myself lifted out of the apathy and preoccupied thought with which I had entered the church.
I continued to attend that church until our family moved East. In the sparsely settled locality where we lived for the next three years I knew not one Christian Scientist, and the nearest Christian Science church was forty-five miles away. By this time I was studying the Bible and Science and Health daily, and was convinced that the truths contained in these books would meet my every need.
One night during this period, when my husband and I were preparing to retire, our small son awoke, and upon going to his bed I was thoroughly frightened by his appearance. I lifted him quickly, and carrying him with his head over my shoulder so that I should not see his face, I declared over and over that he was the son of God. A childlike trust in this thought rather than a scientific understanding of it calmed my fear and the child grew quiet. Within a half-hour we were all sleeping peacefully. Surely Love was with me and kept my child that night. The condition returned momentarily the next day, but has never reappeared in the eighteen years since then. I afterwards related this healing to a friend, who told me the condition was convulsions.
