Testimony of Healing March 28, 1914 Issue

For many years the testimonies in the Sentinel have blessed...

Carrie A. Maynard

For many years the testimonies in the Sentinel have blessed me, and I desire to send my own that others may perhaps be helped as I have been. The reading of them has often healed, strengthened, instructed me, and uplifted my thought to a clearer perception of the truth. For a long time I was situated so that I could not attend the services of the Christian Science church, and many times the reading of a testimony by some isolated Christian Scientist has given me courage to press on and prove the power of Truth to overcome error. When I turned to Christian Science I was in great need of healing. Then and since, in proportion as I have yielded up cherished false beliefs I have been healed of many ills,—fever, acute lung and throat trouble, burns, etc., as well as the sense of lack, fear, and discord of various kinds.

Our text-book, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mrs. Eddy, says on page 494, "Divine Love always has met and always will meet every human need," and I am glad to give one proof of this statement. About three years ago, after passing through an experience of trouble and bereavement, I left my home in Pennsylvania to spend a few months with some relatives in Cambridge, Mass., where I had never before spent more than a few hours. A mutual friend sent a letter of introduction to a Christian Science practitioner in that city, and I received a loving welcome from her. As my visit was drawing to a close, I had made an appointment for a social evening call at her home. When alighting from the electric car near her house, I was thrown violently to the ground. Just a week before, I had had an interview with one from whom I had received class instruction, and as I left her she earnestly bade me remember that all is Spirit, that there is no matter. In one brief moment I seemed to hear those words, and there was just time to add the thought, that because God is our Life it can never be destroyed, when I lapsed into unconsciousness.

Two hours later I awakened to find my body stretched upon an operating-table in the Cambridge hospital, with a surgeon and nurse working over me. The surgeon was taking stitches in my head and face, which had been cut by the fall. One eye was so hurt that it seemed as if I should lost the sight, and my face was so badly injured as to make me almost unrecognizable. One hand was cut, while the other, which had grasped the guard-rail of the car, was wrenched and strained from fingers to shoulder, and there were other bruises on the body. My first thought was that I must go home; then I realized that my relatives were away, and I had expected to spend the night alone.

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