Neither pen nor paper can possibly convey my sense of...

Christine Loos-Bast

Neither pen nor paper can possibly convey my sense of gratitude for Christian Science, since all I am owe to it, and all the joy of living which had departed from me has returned through this blessed religion. I can give only faint expression to the happiness which has come into my life.

In January, 1912, under the stress of hard work and great grief I broke down completely, and for months hovered between life and death. It seemed impossible that I should live, and yet I could not die. The physician under whose care I had put myself said that he could not die. The physician under whose care I had put myself said that he could not continue treating me alone, in view of the fact that weeks had gone by without any result worth mentioning. Thereupon we called a specialist from Milwaukee, who after examining me said that I had gall-stones and later would have to be operated on. I was only slightly benefited by the medicines which I had taken since the beginning of my illness, and my stomach caused me almost constant distress, so that I could eat hardly anything.

One day—it was in April, I think—a member of my family brought me a little book dealing with Christian Science. I had barely read a page when I felt that this was what I had been seeking,—a religion which would unite itself with healing, as was the case in Jesus' time, and a church which would welcome every one. I was not over fourteen years old when the thought of such a church first came to me, and now the deepest longing of my heart has been fulfilled.

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