I would like to give my testimony to the Field, telling...

I would like to give my testimony to the Field, telling briefly what Christian Science has done for me. A dear relative, a young Scientist, had often told me that I could be helped in Christian Science, and as I was in great need of help, she did for me what she could in the way of sending me the literature, and when visiting me would read to me out of Science and Health, but it did not seem that I was ready. The reading matter was stored away without being looked at, and the teachings of Science and Health, I could not then understand; in fact, I was not interested, and would rather not be bothered, but I constantly felt miserable, and had been looked upon as an invalid since a little girl. Our home life was discordant, and I, the mother, sick in bed most of the time. Friends and neighbors would come in to sympathize, telling me that this was God's way to draw me to Him, but I could not believe this possible, for I was so unhappy. How I longed for help and light to be given me, yet I would not look in the right direction for it; but the time came when I was compelled to lay down all stubbornness and self-righteousness, and become as a little child,—willing to listen and obey.

It was three years ago that I accepted Christian Science. For three weeks I had lain in bed suffering from what the doctor called inflammation of the stomach. I had not slept of eaten any food for several days, and was delirious part of the time. My arms were sore from the injections of morphine, for the pains were so severe at times that I could not stand them. I certainly was a very sick woman. All about me was fear confusion, and I felt I was sinking into unconsciousness. My sister has since told me that when the doctor said, "I can do no more for her," and the rumor was spreading in the neighborhood that I was dead, this young lady relative came, saying that she had felt all the evening she should come to me. She came from the South Side of Chicage, and as we lived on the West Side, it was a long way, but something kept telling her we were in need of help, and so she came. When she saw how things were she asked, "Do you want Christian Science help now?" The family answered. "Yes;" and she then started for Oak Park to see a practitioner who was willing to take the case. They talked it over and thought it best to give the first treatment right there at the practitioner's home, as there was so much confusion here with people coming and going; she would then come and see me in the morning. Meanwhile my friend came back sat by my bedside all night.

When I opemed my eyes and saw her sitting there it was morning and everything was still. Her copy of Science and Health lay in her lap; she smiled and said to me, "You are better;" then she told me all that had happened in the evening, and that the lady she had seen would soon be with us. She came at six o'clock. I shall never forget the happy, peaceful look in her face, and when I asked her, "Can you make me well?" she answered, "No; but God can." I told her I was very hungry, that they had not dared to give me anything to eat. The doctor had ordered that I must not eat solid food. She said, "You can have anything you want," and I did have it. While she fed me, I was drinking in the spiritual. I asked for the Bible. I wanted the Christian Science Journals that I had put away. I loved to listen to the reading of Science and Health, as the healing power of Truth was poured in on dreams of sense. It was like the sun breaking through the clouds; and what a wonderful change was taking place! The whole family felt it. In a few days I was up and out doors for a long walk, perfectly well and happy. I cannot be grateful enough for this wonderful healing and for many other beautiful demonstrations we have had since coming into the understanding of the power of Truth over error.

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July 23, 1904
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