Testimonies of Healing

From early childhood, I can recall seeing the Christian Science textbook, Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy, in our home.

Christian Science has blessed my experience since I was a young child. When a toddler, I put my hand into a can of poisonous cleaning compound and then into my mouth.

Gratitude for all the avenues of good that Christian Science has opened in my life prompts me to write this testimony. Before I began to study Science, I was enslaved by the smoking habit.

I am grateful for many years' help from Christian Science. My first healing was that of a severe attack of food poisoning.

With deep gratitude I can testify that I owe to Christian Science all I have today or have ever known of joy, satisfaction, and abundant health. Doctors attendant at my birth predicted that I would live a year at most and that if I did live longer, I would always be weak and sickly.

I was brought up in a Protestant faith and dutifully attended Sunday School; but the longer I stayed, the more questions I asked. The Bible was confusing, self-contradictory, and it seemed no one could answer my questions satisfactorily.

My family and I have had many wonderful healings in Christian Science, but there are two which have given the greatest impetus to my growth in understanding God and man's relationship to Him. In the textbook Mrs.

I began to attend the Sunday School of a Church of Christ, Scientist, with a friend while I was in my teens, and within a short while my family began to notice a difference in my character, expressed in less selfishness and a better temper. I shall always be grateful to the two teachers I had while in Sunday School.

Nearly twenty years ago as I was walking to an appointment with a Christian Science practitioner, I felt a sudden sharp pain in the lower part of my back. With considerable difficulty, I reached her office and was able later to walk slowly home.

When I was driving one evening on a mountainous road, the wheels of my car ran into soft dirt left on the road after excavation work. To avoid a fire hydrant, I turned the wheels with great force, causing the car to cross the road and plunge two hundred and sixty-five feet almost straight down the mountainside.