Testimonies of Healing
As a young woman, I was hired by a large New York City department store to model clothes. I had had no previous experience as a model, but learned much that helped me through the conscientious study of Christian Science.
Seven years ago I moved from Michigan to Florida. I felt somewhat uneasy about the move, as I had frequently taken refuge in our basement during severe thunderstorms; I knew I would not have a basement in Florida, as that is not how houses are constructed here.
While on military duty during World War II, in the middle of a campaign, I saw that the Bible's words to forget "those things which are behind" carried with them the spiritual demand to go forward. The previous evening I had visited a field hospital to pray with a wounded Christian Scientist and bring him encouragement.
My first semester of college had gone fairly smoothly, and I seemed to be getting along well with my roommates. Even though I had been born and raised in a Christian Scientist family and had always relied on prayer, from the time I had first moved to college I hadn't attended church or read the Bible Lesson.
I am so grateful for the practicality of Christian Science! I was down on my knees in the bathroom, using a strong cleaning product. The bottle stopped spraying properly.
Christian Science came to my attention in the waning days of the Second World War, during the severe bombing raids that we Berlin civilians had to endure. My family was always protected.
From my first visit to a Christian Science Church, I knew I was home. A good friend, whose light was shining, invited me to a Wednesday service.
I never found anything to satisfy my questions and desires to know God and myself, outside of Christian Science. Although I drifted away from practicing it after having attended Sunday School, and visited other churches, I did return.
A text on the wall of our church quotes our Lord: "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free" ( John 8:32 ). Some years ago I went away from Christian Science—my notes, my books, my church, everything.