Testimonies of Healing

MY first reading of the textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy, was due to curiosity, as I was then an active worker in another church. I had taken a little child into my home; and in the need of physical healing for this little one, I turned to Christian Science.

In 1920, when all seemed dark and hopeless, the doctor told me it was no use giving me any more medicine, as it was doing me no good. He said I had acute bronchitis and that senile decay was in evidence.

Out of gratitude for the benefits I have received from Christian Science I should like to give the following testimony. I am sixty-five years old, and became interested in Christian Science two years and a half ago.

More than seventeen years ago we moved to a place where a Christian Science practitioner was our next-door neighbor. There was great need of healing in our home.

I should like to tell at least a part of what Christian Science has dons for me; for it found me a human wreck, and has made me a useful citizen. I turned to it for help thirteen years ago, after being a semi-invalid for ten years, in bed most of that time.

I am unable to express in words my gratitude for Christian Science. I am sixteen years old; and as my mother was a Christian Scientist when I was born, it is the only religion I have ever known.

One Saturday while I was playing golf, a box of so-called safety matches ignited in my hand and stuck in the palm. Refusing the great temptation to look at the result of the accident, I continued my game, all the time declaring what little of the truth I possessed.

So many times I have wanted to give my testimony in gratitude for all the good I have received during the past years through the study of Christian Science. It would be quite impossible to tell of all the many proofs I have had of God's goodness.

In December, 1913, one of our children became ill. We called a doctor, who diagnosed the case as erysipelas.

It is with a heart full of gratitude and love that I write of a demonstration of the protecting power of divine Mind which was made in our home. On Saturday morning, the twenty-ninth of October, my little twelve-year-old daughter came to me with a very sore throat.