Testimony of Healing August 7, 1902 Issue

Brought up by Primitive Baptist parents, with generations...

Justine B. Stiers Morgan with contributions from Lizzie V. Tucker Berry

Brought up by Primitive Baptist parents, with generations of ancestry believing and advocating that doctrine, I was naturally a Baptist. At the age of sixteen I began to question the practicality and reason of this as well as all other religions. Upon marriage with a Primitive Baptist minister, I said little, but with declining health, I became more and more sceptical. To mind God either made all and it was good (which was evidently not true) or He had nothing to do with creation (this last seemed to be the state of affairs). I firmly believed in a governing intelligence somewhere, somehow. I had also long known that prayer was vain; for had I not tried as sincerely as I knew how to find an answer to prayer while living the best I could? But what a mockery of existence this best living was, consisting of groans and moans and mental strife while mesmerizing myself into "what can't be cured must be endured."

I came from Ohio to Texas to live and found the verdict, and physical manifestation awaiting me that I could not live in the climate. I dragged out four years of misery and darkness when my case grew unendurable. All thought I should die, and I was rather glad; yet there is that hope in man which clings persistently to life.

I had never heard even the name of Christian Science before this time, when my dear old doctor's wife carelessly said she had a good story to tell me. She and a neighbor who was a Christian Scientist each had at the same time a chicken with a broken leg. Both put splints to the broken legs, and in a few days she saw the neighbor's chicken well, while her never did get well. The legs were broken exactly alike, for she examined both. We laughed, but somehow it gave me a ray of hope.

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