Testimony of Healing May 16, 1931 Issue

One morning I found that there was a breaking out on...

Genie H. Rosenfeld with contributions from Dorothy H. G. Johnson

One morning I found that there was a breaking out on one of my fingers. I tied it up and tried to forget it, but it would not be forgotten. I treated it in Christian Science, but it did not yield. The condition spread, and I asked for help; but the difficulty stubbornly refused to abate. A doctor informed me that the trouble was diabetes, from which I had previously suffered, but which I supposed had been overcome. He said that it was practically impossible for me to recover from the attack; that my only chance was to go to a hospital and have insulin treatment. He doubted, however, whether that could save me, and told my sister that gangrene had set in and I should probably lose my hand. The doctor knew that I was a Christian Scientist, and that I had met the previous difficulty through Truth. He said that I might try what my faith could do, but he did not think it would help me.

I thank God that my husband and my sisters made no opposition to my decision to rely on Truth and Truth alone. And their faith, and the faith of the practitioner, were a tower of strength to me. But, in spite of this, instead of improving I grew steadily worse. The dear practitioner, knowing how many years I had been in Christian Science, exhorted me to pray and work unceasingly; and I obeyed her.

At last, however, it seemed as if error were going to master me; for I became confused, unable to work clearly, or to pray. I struggled and struggled to clear my thinking, but I could not. One night I became so weary with the incessant fighting, so hopeless and tired, that I felt I could do no more. The battle was too much for me, and I gave it up—conquered. After an interval I became aware of a voice calling me by name, and crying: "God is your Life! God is your Life!" I heard it, but it meant nothing to me. The voice persisted: "God is your Life! God is your Life!" It still conveyed no meaning; I wished I could be let alone, I was so tired. Again the voice kept up its message, and then I knew what the message was. I began to struggle mentally to throw off the apathy into which I had apparently been sinking. I opened my eyes, and the faithful practitioner was leaning over me, and around my bed were standing my dear ones. The victory had been won. I had been called back to life.

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