Testimony of Healing February 26, 1921 Issue

So many times have I found renewed courage and strength...

Maud W. Makemson

So many times have I found renewed courage and strength in reading the testimonies of healing in the Christian Science periodicals, that I am glad to avail myself of this opportunity for expressing gratitude with the hope that I may in this way help others.

As I look back now, I can readily see that I never truly lived until I found Christian Science, and yet for the first year or two after I took up the study of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mrs. Eddy I often became discouraged over the slow progress I was making. As I continued to "strive to enter in" the way became clearer. My biggest problem seemed to be one of supply, but as soon as I realized that I had been clinging to dependence on human personality and had feared to place radical reliance on God, I was enabled to find a place for myself in the business world and to prove that God has work for every one of His children to do. Through the aid of Science I have been able to demonstrate, in some measure, the fatherhood and motherhood of God in providing a home and caring for my small children. Ills common to children as well as minor accidents have been quickly met in our family, sometimes by singing together our inspiring hymns or by repeating the "scientific statement of being" (Science and Health, p. 468). The hymns particularly seem to have aided the children to grasp the Principle of Christian Science. Not long ago my seven-year-old daughter told me that a bee had stung her on the hand while she was playing in the school yard. She told me that she had declared that God is Love and that He would not let anything hurt her, and that this had instantly proved to be true.

About three years ago, I had an opportunity to prove the ever presence of Love, when there was no human aid near. I was staying on a ranch with relatives, and was alone with the children when the opportunity came. A bottle of strong carbolic acid had been left on a table on the screened porch. I was inside the house and glanced out of the window opening upon the porch just in time to see my young son, then three years old, lift the bottle to his mouth. When I reached him he was screaming, and his mouth and throat were white from the acid. I took him in my arms and asked the man who was working on the place to go to the nearest telephone, half a mile distant, and call a Christian Science practitioner. He replied that he would go and call a doctor. Left alone, I began to realize the truth about God and man, and in the moments that followed I lost all sense of time, for I had caught a glimpse of the truth. About half an hour later the doctor arrived and found the little boy sleeping peacefully. He told me afterwards that he only came out of courtesy, as he confidently expected that the child would not live until he reached there.

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