Testimony of Healing March 9, 1935 Issue

Christian Science came to me at a time when I needed...

Winifred Sheppard with contributions from Emma Axon

Christian Science came to me at a time when I needed help both physically and mentally. Several doctors had told my mother that I was suffering from heart trouble and would have to "live like an old woman" all my days. I had to be carried up and down stairs, and I was not allowed to hurry or to get excited in any way. I did not realize how serious this condition was. All I knew was that other girls of my own age were able to run about and play games, whilst I was debarred from joining in with them. I had always been delicate and was used to sickness, but this seemed more than I could bear. My thinking was full of fear, resentment, depression, and extreme sensitiveness, and happiness seemed a long way off.

When I was fourteen years of age my mother heard of Christian Science and insisted that I attend the Christian Science Sunday School. My resentment at having to take this step knew no bounds, because my fear of meeting people was very great. After attending Sunday school for about three weeks I began to enjoy it, and after my sixth Sunday I went home healed of the heart trouble; and from that time the sensitiveness began to disappear along with the resentment and depression. I had five very happy years in the Sunday school, where I was taught to apply the teaching of the Bible as shown to us by Mary Baker Eddy in the Christian Science textbook, in a practical everyday manner. During this time I was healed of constipation, earache, many phases of fear, and a very deep-rooted sense of so-called inferiority complex. I found friendship in abundance, and I quickly learned to prove that "Love is reflected in love" (Science and Health, p. 17). I enjoyed all games, however strenuous, with perfect freedom.

After a very uplifting lesson one Sunday morning, a friend and I were discussing the subject of the Lesson-Sermon in the Christian Science Quarterly, which was "God the Preserver of Man," with three members of her family, when quite suddenly we seemed to be in the midst of an explosion. There was a terrific crash, and the pavement was flying about us in hundreds of pieces. The car in which we were driving was covered with stone, but not one piece touched my friends or me. I have had many other proofs of the protecting power of divine Love.

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