Testimony of Healing October 5, 1912 Issue

Through the wisdom of Mrs. Eddy, the students of...

Mary B. Whetstone

Through the wisdom of Mrs. Eddy, the students of Christian Science have been given an opportunity of confessing Christ before men, at the Wednesday evening meetings and through the columns of our periodicals. For this privilege I am most grateful, and gladly testify to the efficacy of Christian Science in healing sickness and reforming the sinner. A sense of gratitude impels me to write this testimony, with the desire that my experience may benefit some one who is burdened with the sorrows of so-called mortal existence.

For six years prior to the dawn of truth in my consciousness, I found myself seemingly "having no hope, and without God in the world." At that time I was carrying two very heavy burdens,—a sense of grief, and also of financial limitation. The former was at times almost too deep for tears. My mentality dwelt constantly on the discords of a lonely life and a personal sense of separation, loss, rebellion, resentment, fear, doubt, and despair, and my greatest desire was to end it all—through the agency of a poisonous drug which I had in my possession. Death, or oblivion, was the only door which promised an escape or surcease from my troubles. When the temptation to take my life almost mastered me, my hand was stayed through what I believed was consideration for my only sister; but after the struggle between life and death was over, I toiled on in greater misery than ever.

A great deal of my time was spent in solitude on a neighboring hill, and one memorable day in the spring of 1907 I went to this lonely hillside with a little more spirit than usual. Arriving there, I found all nature reflecting light, beauty, harmony, and peace. The thought of the resurrection morn, as described in the gospels, came surging through my mind, and I fell upon my knees, laid self in the tomb of despair, lifted my thought above the sod, and prayed in my poor way that if there was a God in heaven or on earth, He would lead me into the way of truth. I returned home feeling happier and more peaceful than I had been for years. The next two weeks I was actively engaged in searching for the "pearl of great price," the truth. I read books, heard lectures on the Bible, only to turn from them, mentally declaring that it was the same old story of a God who was subject to changefulness and wrath.

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