From earliest childhood I had bitterly opposed taking medicine, so much so that to give me any usually required force. My mother said the only reason I ever offered was that I wanted God to heal me.
When I was twelve years of age the pastor of my parents' church, which I attended, asked me why I did not join the church. I replied, "I can never join a church until I find the one which I feel God tells me is the right church, and I will know it when I find it." He was greatly surprised at this reply and asked me how I should know the right church. I said: "The Master showed us the way. We are to follow him and do the works that he and his disciples did, healing sickness and sin." He was plainly shocked, and replied, "My dear child, there is no such church."
After a few years I began to grieve because I had not found the only church which I knew I could accept as mine. At this time, while I was living in Oklahoma City, a friend came to see me who had recently experienced a healing of tuberculosis in the last stages. She was so changed, having gained about forty pounds in just a short time, that at first I failed to recognize her. To my inquiry regarding this great change she said, "I was healed by Christian Science treatment." I asked what that was, and she gave me a roll containing a copy of the Journal and some Christian Science Sentinels, which she said would help me too. I placed them in my trunk without untying the roll. Immediately thereafter I moved to another state.
