Testimony of Healing September 24, 1927 Issue

In November, 1910, my daughter hurt her shin, the injury...

F. Adeline Armstrong

In November, 1910, my daughter hurt her shin, the injury resulting in ulcers that did not heal, but continually grew worse. I knew nothing of Christian Science at that time; therefore I employed a physician, who prescribed various remedies. I also did everything I knew of, and everything my friends recommended; but the difficulty steadily increased. There were no Christian Scientists where I lived, but I had a friend in a distant city who was a Christian Science practitioner. Late in February, 1911, I decided to write to her and ask for help in Christian Science. As I sent the letter out to be mailed, I said to my daughter, "She ought to get this on Monday afternoon." On Tuesday morning, when I removed the bandages, the open places were healed; and the healing has been perfect and permanent. As a result of this healing, I began to study Christian Science literature, and I never afterward used medicine for myself or my children.

During an epidemic, I lived in a navy yard city where contagion seemed to gain a foothold and be especially virulent. Frantic appeals for help, to aid in the care of those in the overcrowded hospitals, were sent out by officials in charge. I volunteered to go a part of each day, and was immediately called to the general hospital. At the end of a very hard day I went home and to bed with what, to sense, looked like a very well-developed case of the disease. By midnight my suffering was intense, but I could still work for myself. I thought of all those patients and the worn-out attendants, with no one to get them anything to eat the next morning. I felt I had to be there, and I had faith that all things were possible to God. I began repeating the ninety-first psalm, but when I got to "neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling," I stopped and asked myself: What is my dwelling? Where am I dwelling? I remembered that Mrs. Eddy says in "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" (p. 578) that the house of the Lord is the consciousness of Love. I knew that if I were dwelling in "the secret place of the most High," in the house of the Lord, in the consciousness of Love, no plague could possibly enter there. I clung to this until half past three, when I fell asleep. My alarm clock roused me at five. I arose and dressed, not only perfectly healed, but feeling so uplifted and exalted that I scarcely knew my feet touched the ground as I walked to the hospital.

These and many other beautiful demonstrations over sickness, over loss, over lack, have helped me to realize man's dominion and his eternal unity with the Father. I am grateful beyond the power of words to express for what understanding I have of Christian Science. I am grateful for the privilege of membership in The Mother Church, for class instruction with one of Mrs. Eddy's loyal students; and, above all, I am grateful to Mrs. Eddy for her patient, loving labor in preparing the way for us in Christian Science.

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