When a girl I learned the twelfth chapter of Luke

When a girl I learned the twelfth chapter of Luke. This was one of the eight Bible chapters the learning of which was required by denominational Sunday school in order to obtain a gift Bible. Years later, having been healed through reading Science and Health of nervous prostration with continual headache and daily sinking spells, the foregoing Bible verses meant much more to me. But the words, "Even the very hairs of your head are all numbered," continued to mystify me. As these words of Jesus are again recorded in another Gospel, I knew that there must be a great truth underlying them. When my mother was eighty-two years old, it became my duty and privilege to comb her hair each morning. I noticed that the top of her head was entirely bald. The words, "Even the very hairs of your head are all numbered," seemed persistently in my thought and demanded attention. I read the Bible with the light of Christian Science and pondered the words, also the chapters in which they appeared. I noticed God's loving care for lesser things; the lilies, the grass, the sparrows, even the very hairs of our head were not forgotten. It was then revealed to me that God's law of love extended to the very smallest detail of man's being. I held to this thought about the real spiritual creation each day when I combed my mother's hair, and in a short time new hairs began to appear on the top of her head. Now her head is entirely covered with a growth of long hair.

When she was eighty years old, my mother had what is called a stroke. At this time she lived with my brother. His wife, who is a trained nurse, did not send for the doctor, as she thought mother was beyond help. I had my mother removed to my home, and she responded quickly to Christian Science treatment. She also had a healing of failing eyesight and can now read, write, or sew all day without wearing glasses.

For the many healings through Christian Science which I have seen and experienced, I can say with the Psalmist, "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases."—(Mrs.) Ada Whiting Haring, Elizabeth, New Jersey.

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Testimony of Healing
It is with a feeling of overwhelming gratitude that I...
July 13, 1935

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