Testimonies of Healing
I feel that the sharing of my gratitude for Christian Science is long overdue, since the truths of this beautiful religion have blessed me so bountifully. Of my recent experiences, the one for which I am most grateful is the healing of grief at the time of my father's parsing.
" Glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's" ( I Cor. 6:20 ), These words of Paul's filled my thought when I was suffering from the severe pain of a scalded wrist and hand.
I should like to express my deepest gratitude for Christian Science, which has been my only help in every need since I began to study it. The truth that man's rightful place is in divine consciousness has been demonstrated by my being in a satisfying place while in college and during the summer vacations.
Gratitude for Christian Science has been part of my consciousness for as long as I can remember. There have been physical healings in our family, where no other method of healing is considered.
Mrs. Eddy says (Science and Health, p.
I am sincerely grateful for Christian Science and for the many blessings it has given my family and me. The teachings of this religion were of untold benefit to me and to my husband in raising our family.
My introduction to Christian Science came through the Christian Science Sentinel, which I read in a home where I boarded. I liked the Sentinel and kept reading it.
About three years ago I rose early one morning at our mountain cabin with the expectation of closing it for the summer. I dressed accordingly, breakfasted, and studied the Lesson-Sermon for the week, found in the Christian Science Quarterly.
My mother became interested in Christian Science when I was a baby, but I did not make any serious attempt to study it until I was nineteen. For years my study was somewhat desultory, having as its chief purpose the overcoming of physical ailments and the demonstration of harmony in my work as a country schoolteacher.
My interest in Christian Science extends over a period of nearly forty years. At the age of eighteen I was told that I would never live to be twenty-five, as I was suffering from weak lungs, a tendency toward which was said to be hereditary.