Testimony of Healing August 24, 1907 Issue

Two years ago at this very time, God sent to me the...

Iac. J. Lossius

Two years ago at this very time, God sent to me the wondrous message of Christian Science. I was living in the land of Egypt (material sense bondage), a slave to rheumatic and bowel trouble, et al., a veritable source of income to drugstores and doctors, while the taskmaster was always close on my heels in the shape of innumerable so-called rules and regulations for eating and not eating, hygiene, and much more. This is now all changed, and would be entirely forgotten were it not that peradventure my experience might help a brother or sister over the stile, as I have been helped.

A protracted spell of damp and foggy weather had given me an extra amount of night work. This did not tend to lessen my so-called burdens. Several doctors—who were personal friends—did their best to cure me, but did not even succeed in giving me any appreciable relief. I had, in a way, become reconciled to the inevitable, and reached the conclusion that what cannot be cured must be endured. I blamed God loudly and frequently for sending these ills upon me,—for the fog, and for having brought me into this world ostensibly for the purpose of plaguing me,—and in my impotence dared Him to do His worst. He did not, in His loving-kindness, answer my blasphemies; instead, He sent His angels to pilot me into the straight and narrow channel of Christian Science, where I found that, so far from causing the above conditions, God had no consciousness of their existence, which seemed so indisputable to me. To-day I am quite content that I was not instantaneously healed, for I began to study to get healed, and have continued studying, because I could not stop even if I wanted to do so. As one after another of the rocks is removed, the channel grows wider, less intricate of navigation, the progress consequently quicker, and one hastens towards the brightness of the perfect day.

I have found Christian Science not alone a cure for bodily ills, but applicable to all and to everything in the minutiæ of daily life, yes, even to the handling of a ship. The terrible typhoon of Sept. 18, 1906, is too well known to require any description on my part. Suffice it to say that I found myself in the very midst of it, with a valuable ship and about six hundred lives depending upon me to see them through. Like the Israelites of old, we were hemmed in by raging waters and mountainous seas, but I felt no fear, for I knew there is no death; I also knew that God was not in the wind and the raging waters, but in the still, small voice of Truth. Like Moses, I called upon omnipotence to help us out of this, to mortal sense, seemingly insurmountable difficulty. I had done all that thirty-six years' experience suggested; but it was unavailing. When to mortal sense the end had come, the answer came, "Fear ye not, stand still, and see the salvation of the Lord." "Be still, and know that I am God." Suffice it to say, that out of seventy large steamers and vessels endangered, mine was the only one that came out of it absolutely undamaged in the hull, though all deck fittings were gone. No lives were sacrificed, and all worked harmoniously without fear or panic. My wife, who from her windows saw the destruction of many lives and much property, felt no uneasiness or fear for my safety; she knew that I was right in the middle of it, but she also knew the omnipotence and omnipresence of the Father,—infinite Mind. In the old thought, she would have been prostrated with fear. It gives me great joy to bring to others the help of Christian Science. I have daily demonstrations of the power of the blessed truth to overcome discords of every description. If all these things come to pass through my feeble understanding of God, what indeed will the harvest be?

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