Testimony of Healing May 14, 1921 Issue

For more than seven years I have daily seen the unfoldment...

Lela Willson Barrett with contributions from R. A. Barrett

For more than seven years I have daily seen the unfoldment of good through an increasing understanding of its source. The Christian Science textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mrs. Eddy, has opened up for me the vast treasure-house of the living truth contained in the Bible. When I first read Science and Health it was with no expectation of what it would do for me, for I simply bought it as I would any other book because it was highly recommended to me by one whose good judgment I greatly respected. I was in great need of the physical healing, which came to me before I had half finished the book, and since then regeneration has been taking place in my own thought as well as that of all members of our family. I cannot, in one short testimony, more than touch upon the many healings we have had. Angina pectoris, pyorrhea, lumbago, headaches, colds, ptomaine poisonings, burns, have all been overcome by the truth. The history of one student of Christian Science is the history of all, with a few variations, so I will pass over the many physical healings to tell of what seemed a much more marvelous healing which helped us all to overcome the seeming reality of the last enemy.

We are a very united family because we have learned to know that our real abiding place is in Mind; this has taught us in some measure the unreality of death. At the beginning of the war it was shown to us clearly, through reading the editorials in The Christian Science Journal, Sentinel, and the Monitor, that the conflict was between good and evil, so that upon the entry of the United States into the war I was given the amazing grace to rejoice when my two sons volunteered at once. In the spring of 1918 these two brothers were working together in a field, one in a trench mortar battery and one with the British air forces, and the one was taken and the other was left. When the news first came that our aviator was "killed in action," I knew that it could not be true in the absolute sense, and I was unwilling to believe it could even seem to be true, although the information received was authentic. After some days of mental conflict, the still, small voice whispered: "Do you wish that that boy were some other mother's boy,—and perhaps the son of a mother who does not know his life is God?" I remembered the boy's own words before he went away: "Remember, mother dear, that I can't lose anything in this war but a false or mortal concept." This mantle of courage and light-heartedness was bequeathed to the rest of us, and the belief in the reality of death is a ghost which has been laid for all time. Our boy is more alive to us than he ever was, in the degree that we are living in obedience to Love. The only separation I ever feel is when I am disobedient to that still, small voice of Truth which says, "This is the way, walk ye in it."

I am thankful to God for every good and perfect gift and lovingly grateful to Mrs. Eddy for all the channels which she has provided, through which the truth unfolds to us. I am grateful for the Monitor and all the Christian Science periodicals, which have meant much to me during these times.

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