Testimony of Healing January 3, 1925 Issue

When Christian Science came to me I recognized it as...

Jerome E. Post

When Christian Science came to me I recognized it as that which I had been seeking all my life. Some kind friends had been sowing grains of Truth that had taken quite firm root in my consciousness, so that when I went to the loving practitioner for the first time and listened to her clear explanations, I received a beautiful spiritual illumination. Much that had heretofore seemed very mysterious and beyond the power of human comprehension became clear to me. The Bible had always seemed beautiful in a vague and distant way, but I had never been able to see how any one could apply very much of it to human problems. I had the belief held by scholasticism, in which many of us received our first instructions in religion, that much of the Bible and of life generally could be understood only after we had passed through the experience called death.

When I first went to the practitioner who so lovingly helped me, I was somewhat of a wreck, physically, mentally, morally, spiritually, and financially. I never had known real health, even though I had always looked strong. I had been troubled from boyhood with a weak back and nervousness, having had, several times, what is known as a nervous breakdown. Extreme fear had gripped me as long as I could remember; and in the fall of 1918, I had nearly passed on with influenza while serving in the national army. Since that time I had been running down more steadily than ever. I could not think repidly or clearly, and would have dizzy spells and tremble over nothing. I became very careless spiritually and morally much of the time, and just did not care. But always there came to the surface the desire that is in us all,—the longing to be good. However, since I often stifled this longing, I finally sank into the condition of which I have spoken.

At that time a growth had formed on my right side. It was half as large as my fist, very hard, and extremely painful. I could not get in or out of bed normally; nor could I walk erect for any length of time. I had but four or five hours of sleep at a time, and ate about the portion of food a child would consume. What a doctor's diagnosis would have been I do not know: I did not go to one. In fact, I cared little what happened. But at last something had to be done; and, at my request, the friends who had taught me the first rudiments in this great truth made arrangements with a practitioner, who took up work for me. For two weeks mortal mind tried to tell me that the growth was getting worse. I had also seemingly lost partial use of one of my lower limbs; but I clung to the truth and tried to be obedient to what I knew, which surely brings but one result.

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