Testimonies of Healing
Through the prayers of a Christian Science practitioner, my mother saw her baby son instantly healed of a physical ailment that an operation had not corrected, and she became seriously interested in this religion. We children attended the Christian Science Sunday School regularly, and Christian Science has been my way of life ever since—protecting me as a young girl from any temptation to drink or smoke, and guiding me to good friendships and a very happy and long-lasting marriage.
My wife and I have relied on Christian Science in every aspect of our daily living since 1942, experiencing numerous healings involving our children and grandchildren, and in our business as well. My last testimony was published in the 1950s, and I feel it is certainly time again to publicy express my gratitude to God for all His blessings.
Our youngest daughter, whom we had adopted, had severely bowed legs. As she grew, she was able to walk, but her legs were not normal in appearance.
My very first healing was such a joy to me, and it came after reading passages from Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy. I had just been given the book as part of a wedding present by my new father-in-law, when I received a telephone call, telling of the sudden passing of my own father.
I attended a Christian Science Sunday School, and I look back on this with gratitude for the dedication and patience of the teachers. But on leaving the Sunday School as a young adult, I drifted away from Science.
When I was a teenager, my family moved from the town where I grew up to a new town so that my father could accept a career advancement. At the time, I was entering my junior year in high school.
Some years ago I had two early-term miscarriages. Medical means were never sought, and Christian Science treatment fully removed the pain.
My introduction to Christian Science came with marriage to one raised in this way of life, who practiced it faithfully. My interest in religion had always been minimal.
The Spring of 1999 was late in arriving on the Pacific Coast. Winter seemed unwilling to let go, and the weeks of cold, rainy weather continued.