Testimony of Healing July 4, 1931 Issue

One morning early in October, 1918, I went about my...

Floy Fay Beeman

One morning early in October, 1918, I went about my duties in an office with an undercurrent of fear in my thought, because the papers said that influenza had broken out in an eastern embarkation camp. My only brother was in that camp. About ten o'clock our chief came to my desk and said there was a case of influenza in our town; someone on the other side of the town had it. At eleven o'clock I went home and went to bed with the dreaded disease, and was very ill. To my request that an osteopath be called, the Christian Scientist in whose home I was living said, "Why, yes, I'll call him for you, if you are sure that is the help you want."

I remembered that Christian Science had recently saved my sister's life, and that only a few months before I had told her the next time any serious illness came my way I should try Christian Science, as I had no more faith in material systems. Being in very great fear of passing on, I finally asked for a Christian Science practitioner. The practitioner came, and, much to my surprise, instead of asking me about symptoms started talking calmly and lovingly about God. In a very few moments there was a sense of peace I had never known before.

This was on a Monday. Work was continued, and by Thursday physical manifestations had yielded so that I could be up a little. That afternoon, as I lay reading "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy, all the original symptoms suddenly returned, and I threw down the book and wept with discouragement and fear. My friend telephoned the practitioner, and in a few moments I was asleep. On Friday I dressed and walked to the top of a hill, rested awhile, and walked back—a mile and a half each way. This feat was particularly astonishing, as even when I was in the best of health I was a poor walker and seldom walked far. On Saturday I repeated the trip. Monday found me back at the office; and in a few days I was in a Student Army Training Corps hospital, where, because nurses were not available, I helped care for influenza patients for five weeks. The willingness to be there, and the unusual strength manifested, were in themselves causes for rejoicing. During that time I awoke to the fact that I had ceased to wear my glasses, and that I had no more catarrh. This whole experience furnished many proofs that causation is mental.

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