When about nine years old, I first heard the words Christian Science. I lived in a little English village, and often the vicar and the minister would have weighty talks together with a learned man who sat daily in a sunny corner of his garden. My evening duty was to wheel home this crippled scholar. On one occasion the vicar asked this elderly savant what he thought of the book by that American woman, Mrs. Eddy. I have never forgotten his reply, "For one who professes to be a follower of Christ it is the only religion, because the Christian Scientists depend only on God; with that faith, I would be healed."
Our beloved Leader, Mrs. Eddy, writes (Science and Health, p. 559), "The 'still, small voice' of scientific thought reaches over continent and ocean to the globe's remotest bound." Ten years later, after I had come to America and when I was in great trouble and darkness, those blessed words Christian Science came into my thought like a beam of light. All human aid was denied me: friends, fellow workers, and others turned a cold shoulder toward me, a youth alone in a new land.
I did not then know how I found a practitioner's office in a big city, but in my despair my feet took me there. When I opened the door, the practitioner saw my distraught condition and said, "Come in, son, you seem to be in great need." Oh, the love and peace and calm I felt as she listened and told me she would pray for me. In the. quietness I thought she had gone to sleep; but when she opened her eyes and said, "All is well; you are in God's care; He will not fail you," a great sense of release and freedom came to me. Three days later I attended Sunday morning service at a Christian Science church. During the reading from the Bible of a passage from St. Matthew (6:6), a wonderful illumination came. On Monday morning all the circumstances, difficulties, and threatenings that had weighed me down were wiped out, never to return. A beautiful healing and regeneration took place, changing my life.
