Testimonies of Healing

It would take a volume to tell of all that Christian Science has done for us. My husband was restored to health after the doctors had given him up as incurable.

It is with a deep feeling of gratitude to our Father-Mother God and to Christ Jesus. that I wish to testify to all the many blessings, physical and mental, I have received.

It is now a little more than four years since I began the study of Christian Science. I should like to give testimony to a few of the healings I have had since then.

With my thoughts full of gratitude to God, whom I have learned to know as Love, and to the dear woman, Mary Baker Eddy, who made it possible for me to understand Him through reading her book, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures," I give this testimony. I first saw Science and Health in September, 1912, and knew it was what I needed.

I have received such wonderful benefit from Christian Science that I should like in gratitude to tell something of what it has done for me. I was cleaning the kitchen table and rubbing it very vigorously, when suddenly I struck my arm on something sharp, and on investigating I discovered two ends of cotton thread protruding from my wrist.

Several years ago I was healed of a growth in my breast through Christian Science. I had had an operation, but had afterwards been worse, mentally and physically, than before.

I wish to express my sincere gratitude for Christian Science. I should like especially to give out a word of hope and encouragement to those who may be struggling with what seems to be a stubborn form of error, whether of sin, sickness, sorrow, or lack, with a condition seemingly difficult to heal.

Many years ago I stood by the bedside of a little son of four years of age. He had just finished his usual evening prayer.

On the tenth of August, 1921, I was taken ill with dangerous blood poisoning, the result of a wound on my leg, according to the physicians' diagnosis. I was taken to the hospital to be operated upon immediately.

When Christian Science came to me in 1908, I had been ill for nearly sixteen years and in bed for the final six. The last specialist consulted, when asked to give his candid opinion as to future prospects, held out no hope of my being anything but a practically bedridden invalid for the rest of my days.