Testimony of Healing February 7, 1901 Issue

How I was Led into Christian Science

E. S. Woodhouse

For some two years before I knew anything about Christian Science except hearsay, I fought it bitterly, as it was then making inroads in my family. My wife was studying as much as possible. She had to keep all books and papers hidden, lest I should destroy them, as I did destroy many, hoping thus to exterminate Christian Science from our home at least. Did I? No! "Truth crushed to earth will rise again." This state of affairs continued until I was called upon to follow all that was mortal of our oldest boy, a bright child of seven years, to the grave. He had been in charge of a Christian Scientist for a few days, not from any willingness of my own but from a forced consent. A relapse occurred during the Scientist's absence, proving to me, as I then thought, the nothingness of Christian Science. Immediately I called a doctor, under whose care he grew weaker, and two other doctors were called in consultation. At the expiration of a week, the doctors said they could do no more. Then I was more willing to try Christian Science and another Scientist was called. In two days child passed away without a pain or struggle. In a few days the same trouble was manifest on our next boy of five years. This led me to exclaim, "Anything, oh God! but deliver me from this." By the urgent request of dear ones I personally called a Scientist. Immediately there was a decided improvement. In less than five days he was out of doors to stay. This led me to the study of the "Blessed Word" and to search for the Truth contained therein. I have been an earnest student of the Bible and "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" for nearly three years, during which time we have had many beautiful demonstrations, one of which I will give.

One Saturday evening in August I was tethering my horse near the house, and in her play she jumped and kicked, bringing the rear part of one shoe in contact with the back of my right hand diagonally across the knuckle of the middle finger, cutting it to the bone across the joint for about an inch and a half. Instantly realizing that in Truth there are no accidents, and endeavoring to hold this uppermost in mind, I went on and finished my work. Upon entering the house and washing the hand, although there had not enough blood escaped to reach the end of the finger by holding the hand downward, I bound it in one thickness of thin muslin and went about my business. The wound was entirely healed in about five days with scarcely any stiffness at all, although swollen considerably for a few days.—E. S. Woodhouse, Scranton, Pa.

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