Testimony of Healing July 18, 1914 Issue

During the ten years of my journey "from sense to Soul"...

Jeannette Clayton

During the ten years of my journey "from sense to Soul" (Science and Health, p. 566), or in other words, since I began the study and application of Christian Science, so many blessings have come into my life that it would take much time and space to tell of them all. Nor can I ever put into words what Christian Science really means to me. Its revelation, sustained by demonstration, of what God is and of what man is in his relation to Him, has opened to me a vista of thought and spiritual research, the earnest pursuit of which leads up to the highest standard of being.

All my life I had groped about for a God whom I could understand and love; in my inmost heart I felt that somehow, somewhere, there was such a God, but how to find Him or draw near to Him I did not know. All about me I saw sickness, sin, and misery of every description; everywhere evil seemed to be more powerful than good. This condition of thought continued until I came to Christian Science, though I came to it merely for physical healing. I was then living in Chicago, and it was there that I received my first glimpse of this glorious truth. I love to recall my entrance into Christian Science, and to compare my last visit to the doctor with my first visit to a Christian Science practitioner. Both occurred on the same day.

From childhood I was afflicted with stomach disorder, which was believed to be inherited. As far back as I can remember there were always some things in the line of food of which I could not partake without subsequent suffering. As I grew older, the trouble grew worse, and other complications set in which increased my suffering. At this particular period I had been under the doctor's care for some time. I was taking medicine, having electric massage treatments, and was observing a most rigid diet without being in the least benefited by it; in fact, I was growing steadily worse. I had to visit the doctor every other day, and as I did not improve, I grew discouraged and most despondent. I asked him one morning whether he thought I would ever be cured. He said that he did not consider my case incurable, but it would be a very slow process of healing; that I would have to continue the treatment indefinitely, as well as observe the rigid diet. I told him that morning that I was starving to death, and begged him to let me have at least a little more to eat each day; but he was most emphatic in his refusal, and in impressing upon me the fact that it would be dangerous for me to take any more food than he was allowing me. I left his office wretched in mind and body, feeling that life as I was living it was worth very little.

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