With unbounded love and gratitude to Christian Science...

With unbounded love and gratitude to Christian Science I send this testimony. In the early spring of 1916 I was taken with what was called a bad cold. At first I gave the matter very little attention, but as time passed and I could scarcely breathe or sleep, I went repeatedly to the doctor, who finally stated that I had had acute lung trouble in the spring and it was a wonder I had not died. He said I would soon be better, but I did not improve, and the fear of tubercular disease had become very real when I was told that a laboratory test had confirmed my belief.

I then determined to try Christian Science, my attention having been directed to it by some copies of the Monitor which some one had left at our rural mail box. Under the treatment of a practitioner I improve for a time, but later seemed to have a sense of discouragement so great that I went back to materia medica. Then everything happened. It seemed as if there was not a normal organ in my body, and extreme nervousness set in. Finally I was sent to an insane asylum. My daughter again employed a practitioner, and Christian Science saved me. I was pronounced incurable by the medical faculty at the asylum and at one time seemed very near the valley of the shadow. I could only remember the words "Christian Science," but I held them in mind continually and when I seemed to have no hope a miracle occurred. A man whom I had seen but once in thirty years called to see me. I asked him to inform my family of my condition and very soon my daughter came for me. Then I passed through a wilderness of the most intense suffering. Many times I tottered, and in my discouragement it seemed to mortal sense that there was "no balm in Gilead;" but I was faithful in one thing—I read my textbook. At times I could scarcely see; then my wife would read to me, and as I grasped some of the statements I got faint glimpses of the truth that makes free. My healing was slow, but "day by day the manna fell," and now I am healed.

Words are entirely inadequate to express my deep sense of gratitude for the Sentinel, Journal, and Monitor. At first I had to have them read to me, but now my eyesight is restored. I sleep; I had gone eight days and nights straight through without sleep. I eat everything that is set before me. How thankful I am to the gentle, loving, pure woman, Mrs. Eddy, who brought the Christ-cure to our understanding.—Clarence Monahan, Michigan City, Ind.

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Testimony of Healing
It is with a spirit of great thanksgiving that I give this...
June 7, 1919

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