Testimony of Healing January 24, 1914 Issue

A few years ago Christian Science came to our family

W. R. Conner

A few years ago Christian Science came to our family. This, as is so frequently the case, was through the wife, who was willing to lay aside creeds and dogmas and think for herself; brave enough to close her ears to the dictates of innate prejudice as well as to the criticism of public opinion. As a busy business man and a member of an orthodox church I, however, thought I had no time to devote to new ideas, or to follow, as I thought, strange gods.

About this time our boy was just entering school in a northern city, and owing to a nervous trouble we found it impossible to get him to attend. Though he was under the almost constant care of the family physician, he would remain in school only a few minutes, until the teacher would be compelled to send him home, and frequently he would return before he reached the building, crying as though his heart would break, and saying that he wanted to go but could not. This continued for several months, during which time I was bitterly opposed to Christian Science and refused to permit his being treated, though I was perfectly willing to do all I could in other ways; but one day I was pleased to be informed that he had attended school that day without a whimper. This was repeated to me several evenings, and finally one evening he climbed up on my lap and said, "Daddy, I have not missed a day at school for three weeks and I have not cried once, and if you will promise not to get angry I will tell you something." He then informed me that he had taken treatment in Christian Science and was no longer afraid.

His treatment was then continued without opposition on my part. I was an inveterate smoker at the time, and had been for some fifteen years or more, and every attempt to break off the habit left me in physical and mental anguish, until finally I would return to the habit only to smoke the more. Several weeks after the above-mentioned incident I was walking along the street with a cigar in my mouth when I became conscious of the unnaturalness of the habit and its unpleasantness to those I loved, and then came the question of its real pleasure, if any, to me. I stood there on the busy street for a moment with the half-consumed cigar in my hand, then I tossed it into the street and passed on.

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