Testimonies of Healing

Over fifty years ago, my mother enrolled me in the Sunday School of The Mother Church. At that time we had come to live in a home with a Christian Science practitioner.

Christian Science has taught me and my family to expect nothing but good from an ever-present and loving God. It has been fifteen years since I submitted my last testimony, but never a day goes by that I do not reflect with gratitude on the many blessings that this Science of spiritual healing has brought us.

I attended Christian Science Sunday School during my childhood until the age of twenty, and I had the privilege of growing up in a home where this teaching was lived and practiced. With the help of Science, shyness, teen-age problems, difficult relationships, and the choice of a profession were beautifully resolved.

While I was working as a secretary for a member of The Christian Science Board of Lectureship I developed a painful condition in my hands. This was a very busy time, and it was most inconvenient that this problem interfered with my typing.

I had been studying Christian Science less than a year when I found myself with symptoms of pneumonia. This condition had occurred in my life three times before.

At one time, my twenty-year-old son traveled to India and Pakistan on a comprehensive sightseeing tour. He regularly wrote cheerful letters that gave me no cause for concern.

As a lifelong Christian Scientist I am most grateful for the many healings I have received through complete reliance on God as my only physician. A little over a year ago I was quickly healed of what appeared to be a broken bone.

Ever since I can remember, my eyes were extremely sensitive to bright sunlight. Sunglasses were of little help, and I just plain avoided such things as being on a lake or driving a car on bright days.

My first child was only a week old when I noticed that her neck was stiff and her head was drawn to one side. I began to consciously try to understand more of the spiritual identity of the child as God's perfect idea—the child of our only Father-Mother God.

One morning, while we were on holiday in the Austrian Tyrol, I decided to go for a walk. After promising my wife I would return for lunch, I followed a well-marked mountain trail alongside a rushing stream.