Testimonies of Healing

For six years I suffered from a severe chest trouble. I could not do any hard work, and could attend to only the lighter duties of our home.

Before seeking physical healing in Christian Science in the year 1911, I had all my life been subject to colds. For a period of about six years prior to that time I was seldom without a severe cold, accompanied by a very bad cough.

At the very threshold of young manhood, about fifteen years ago, I was in bondage to a number of wrong moral habits and was suffering from several physical ailments, one of these being an enlarged spleen accompanied by chronic stomach disorder. I had a very sensitive disposition, and was extremely self-conscious in appearing before an audience and in meeting strangers.

For years I suffered from poor eyesight, and was almost constantly under the care of a doctor, steadily growing worse, until finally he told me he could do nothing more for me. I then made an appointment with an eye specialist in Chicago.

For years previous to my entry into Christian Science I had been filled with a heartfelt desire to be of service to suffering humanity; and considering the healing of the sick most needful, I took up the study of medicine. Later, I practiced this art of healing with unusual success.

I think no one can have greater cause for gratitude for Christian Science than I have; for it has given to me all I possess of good to-day in the way of health, joy, and peace in my life. Christian Science came to me when I was hopeless, both mentally and physically.

Christian science came into my life seven and a half years ago, when I was bowed down and brokenhearted with a great sorrow. Although I had been a church member for over twenty years, and loved my church, earnestly seeking to put its teachings into practice, I was like a ship without an anchor, and my whole nature was being changed by the resentful, bitter thoughts which were constantly my companions.

When christian science with its sweet promise of deliverance came into my life, I was so unhappy I thought I did not want to live. I had been subject to epileptic attacks for fourteen years, had spent all I had for medical treatment, and was dependent on relatives for almost everything.

I had submitted to two major and five minor operations. I had been assured by a physician at the time of the last one, in 1914, that I would never be troubled again.

In 1914 Christian Science found me without hope and without God. My life was so miserable I longed for death, and felt at times that if I did not get relief I should do something to end my life.