Testimony of Healing December 23, 1933 Issue

When my father, who was superintendent of a penal...

Edwin B. Hundley with contributions from Bonnie Rowena Hundley

When my father, who was superintendent of a penal institution, granted a Christian Science church the privilege of conducting services at the institution, little did he realize that this Science would be the means of restoring one of his sons to health and happiness. For several years I had been under the care of an eminent physician. During this time he treated me mostly for anæmia. One day when he was conferring with my wife about my condition, he told her that I had a small spot on one of my lungs, and that if I were not careful I should become tubercular. My condition gradually became worse and ended in a complete breakdown, both physical and mental.

Being unable to work, and completely out of funds, I closed my home and went to live with my parents. One Sunday afternoon when I felt well enough to be up, I went to the prison church service, which that day was being conducted by Christian Scientists. Because of my condition I was unable to assimilate what was read, but I did enjoy the quiet, peaceful atmosphere of the service. At the close I told my father that I enjoyed it and that I should like to know more about Christian Science. He went to his desk and gave me a Christian Science textbook, informing me that it had been given to him by the literature distribution committee. I read the book for several weeks, but did not seem to get much help from it.

As time went on and my condition did not improve, I changed doctors. After a very thorough examination, the doctor assured me that I did not have tuberculosis, but diagnosed my case as nervous exhaustion, and ordered me to an infirmary. When I went to the hospital, I took the textbook with me and read it at intervals. After I had been there for a period of time without signs of improvement, I requested the doctor to let me leave. He granted my request, and instructed me to come to his office three times a week for treatment. One day when I was lying on a table in the doctor's office, receiving treatment, I became so discouraged and depressed that I did not care whether I lived or died, and thought seriously of destroying myself. While these terrifying thoughts were passing through my mind, I thought of Christian Science as possible healing agent, and decided to try it.

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