When Christian Science first came into my life, I had...

When Christian Science first came into my life, I had for many years given up all belief in God and had no religion. I had never felt the slightest inclination to study or even look into any of the many ologies and isms prevalent, as there lay in my deepest thought a conviction that if the Bible could not teach me about God, man, and life, then nothing could; so I gave all other methods a wide berth. The Bible promises were so beautiful, so simple; yet all that one saw and heard seemed to completely contradict them! The churches failed to give me any help. I was told I must not question things too much; that some day, in a far-off heaven, when death had turned me into spirit, I should know all about it. Finally, I gave up everything and just went along trying to do the best I knew how to do,—trying to live as honestly and unselfishly as I could; and, seeing that others had an even worse time than I myself, I wanted to lighten their burdens if I could. Beyond this I felt there was nothing for me to do. I had heard about Christian Science, but only ridiculed and scoffed at what I then thought it to be, for I really did not know anything about it, had never seen the textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy, nor met a Christian Scientist.

Then I had a very unfortunate riding accident; and when the doctors said that I could not expect to be well for a long time, if even then, there was so much doubt of my ever being normal again expressed in that "if," that in my extremity I turned to Christian Science. Even when I decided to go to a practitioner, I thought she was going to try to hypnotize me, and determined to make it as difficult as possible for her. She, however, most lovingly and patiently explained to me what Christian Science really is, and gave me a treatment. I went home, commenced reading Science and Health, emptied out all my drugs, and said, "Now it is going to be God or nothing." I had for years gone around with a pocketful of drugs, tabloids for violent and unaccountable headaches, indigestion, insomnia (so bad that more than once it had almost driven me to suicide), and many other ailments, which had been with me from childhood and which doctors had most kindly and patiently done their best to relieve me of, but in vain.

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