My gratitude is boundless for Christian Science, which was presented to me by a sister when I was in great need. I had been hungering for an understanding of God for years. When, in obedience to a request in a letter from this sister, my son went to the Christian Science Reading Room and borrowed a copy of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mrs. Eddy, I figuratively devoured it. I was convinced that it was inspired and dictated by God alone, because it answered all my questioning and flooded my consciousness with a sense of peace, security, and protection which I had not thought possible in this present existence. My son, then fourteen years of age, read from the book and accepted its truth. He soon enrolled in the Christian Science Sunday School and experienced a change of outlook and mental uplift which gave me much comfort. All fear that he could be separated from God by sin gradually lifted as the truth of God's good, perfect, and sinless creation dawned upon my thought.
It was the loss of the child's father through the allurements of the carnal mind that had forced me to surrender human ways and means of seeking happiness and security and to send for the Christian Science textbook. Small wonder that my burdened heart was eased when the lad almost at once accepted the simple teaching of Christian Science that God is the only Father of man, and hence that he had not lost, could not lose, his real Parent. Many physical healings followed the mental release brought to us through reading Science and Health.
My son was first to accept a healing. He cut a deep gash in the rim of his ear while playing with a rusty spring from an old window shade roller. The ear bled profusely for a few minutes, but he refused to allow me to put medicine on it, saying that the book said that Christian Science would heal, and that his aunt said it would, too. The next morning the cut was closed neatly and looked to be several days old. While he was with his class in the gymnasium that day, a classmate pulled the ear in play. The wound opened and bled again, but my son refused to let the coach put anything on it and asked to be allowed to sit out a little while instead, which he did. That was the end of the trouble. I was amazed, for I recognized a higher type of healing than I had ever known.
