Testimony of Healing July 1, 1916 Issue

In August, 1913, a bee expert was helping me to transfer...

Joseph Howard with contributions from Emily Howard

In August, 1913, a bee expert was helping me to transfer some bees from a skep into a frame hive. We had completed this part of the work and I had taken off my veil, when a bee stung me on the forehead. In a few minutes I was hardly able to breathe and felt very ill, but I staggered into the house and asked my wife to help me. I knew no more for about an hour and a quarter. It was over two hours before I was able to think for myself, and four and a half hours before I felt quite well again. I had a thorough night's rest and arose the next morning as though nothing unusual had happened.

Words can never express my thankfulness to God, and my gratitude to our Leader, Mrs. Eddy, who has enabled us through the teachings of Science and Health to have a clearer understanding of the words of Jesus, "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free;" also, "I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live." I am also deeply grateful to my dear wife and daughter, both of whom stood firm and fought bravely until the victory was won, and Life, Truth, and Love realized to be the only power. My earnest desire is that I may grow to live more worthy to be called a Christian Scientist.— Joseph Howard, London N.W., England.

My gratitude to God for my husband's healing is great, more than I can find words to express. On Saturday, Aug. 23, 1913, we were a happy party of five, watching and helping a bee expert at work with our hive of bees. When nearly all was finished my husband came into the house and asked me to treat him. I saw that he needed help and got him on to a couch; then I called my daughter to come quickly. She sat down beside him and together we worked as we are taught in Christian Science. He was quite unconscious and his body very cold. He dropped his head and hands lifelessly and stopped breathing. I thought he was gone, but my daughter, noticing the same condition, said with emphasis, "He is not gone," and called to him, but he remained the same. I said, "Divine Love always has met and always will meet every human need" (Science and Health, p. 464). We knew that God is the only Life and that man, being the reflection of that Life, could not die. We went on working for a few minutes, and then my daughter said, "Thank God, he breathes." After a little while we made him more comfortable on the couch, but he seemed very lifeless and was still unconscious. As we stood by him my daughter said that we must not look at the evidence of the senses, so she turned and walked toward the window, still working to know the truth. Then we sang the hymn "All power is given unto our Lord" and two others, the last being one of my husband's favorites, "In heavenly love abiding."

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