Because of much suffering and lack during the depression days of 1930, my husband and I were ready to receive Christian Science when a dear friend presented it to us. Since we were not members of any church at that time, we started attending the services at a Christian Science church immediately and registered our two children—one four and the other five—in the Sunday School. However, I had been brought up in an orthodox Sunday School and considered myself a Christian; so I had no intention of studying Christian Science in earnest.
After going to church regularly for two years, I became ill with influenza and hemorrhaging of the throat. I became more and more fearful, and on the third day I declared in a loud voice, "I am going to the doctor, and that is all there is to it." I expected an argument, but my husband did not say one word. As I was getting dressed to go, these words came to me: "What can the doctor do that God cannot do?" I was healed immediately; and instead of going to see the doctor, I went downstairs and read the Bible Lesson, outlined in the Quarterly. I have tried not to neglect the reading of the lesson every day since.
A few years later our son had a cut on the ball of his foot which he did not tell me about until his leg was very painful as the result of blood poisoning. I asked him whether he wished to rely on Christian Science to heal this difficulty or whether he would like me to call a doctor. He quickly replied, "God is good." So I read the lesson to him and sang hymns as I worked. The next morning a hole appeared and his foot drained. The opening then closed, and no mark remained to show where it had been.
