Testimony of Healing June 12, 1902 Issue

We live at an elevation of nine thousand feet above sea-level...

Alice M. Hubbard

We live at an elevation of nine thousand feet above sea-level in South Park, Col., on a hay ranch. We have a family of six children. For the past thirteen years, I have demonstrated Christian Science to the best of my ability, meeting the ills that attend life with ordinary success in some cases, and in some cases with extraordinary success, and teaching my children by example as well as precept, the Truth as taught in Christian Science.

Clarence, my oldest child, has been a zealous student, and has accepted and made a practical demonstration of Christian Science. Two years ago last August he was repairing a fence, when, seeing a thunderstorm fast approaching, he thought to take his tools to the barn and do some repairing there, and so be sheltered from the rain. Just before reaching the barn he was struck by lightning. A younger brother, who was in the barn, was shocked by the same bolt, but on recovering consciousness started at once to look for Clarence. He found him lying prone on his back, the eyes wide open, and apparently lifeless. He hastened as fast as his condition would allow to the house and exclaimed: "Oh, mother! lightning has killed our Clarence." "No, not killed," I said. "There is no death in God. Truth can save him!" My husband and I ran to Clarence. We found every sign that usually attends death. We all knelt and declared that God is Life and God is all, and that there is no other power. After a lapse of fifteen minutes he gasped for breath. We then carried him to the house. With his first consciousness came the words: "Mamma, treat!" Little by little respiration became natural but his sense of hearing was entirely gone. Though I was shocked almost beyond measure, I never so clearly and truly realized the Truth.

We found that the bolt of lightning had struck his head, passed down his back and breast, meeting at his waist, then passing down the back of right leg and the front of the left leg, thence into the ground. On each side of him the ground had many holes as though it had been fired into by bullets. His hat had only a little of the rim left, the crown being entirely blown to pieces as by an explosive. The top of the leather boot on the right foot was torn entirely off, and the left boot was filled with small holes like a pepper box. His flannel underwear was scorched throughout and jaggedly torn in many places.

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