Testimony of Healing November 28, 1936 Issue

I wish to add my testimony of praise and gratitude for...

Manly R. Worden

I wish to add my testimony of praise and gratitude for the healings which I have received through the study and application of Christian Science. This wonderful truth was presented to me about fourteen years ago as a religion that would make me happy and would heal as Jesus did. At that time I was a very worldly man, suffering from an acute form of rheumatism which the physicians believed was incurable, or at least would leave me a cripple for life. After being told about the many wonderful healings my friends had had through Christian Science, I decided to ask for help from a practitioner, and to my surprise I was healed in a very short time.

Then I started studying the Bible in connection with Mrs. Eddy's textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures," and have found in them the truth which will heal and does heal every form of sickness and sin. I had an inherited belief of tuberculosis, accompanied by much fear, hate, and selfishness. All these failings have grown beautifully less as I have acquired a more thorough understanding of this wonderful truth. The healing of tuberculosis has been permanent.

I have had many other healings, such as of tonsillitis, stomach trouble, sties on the eye, and a very annoying condition of ingrowing hairs from close shaving. One healing stands out above all others. While I was traveling as a salesman in a section of Texas that had not had rain for over a year, the mesmeric belief of lack was very prevalent everywhere. The merchants wanted nothing in my line, and I accepted this belief. Before I would reach the stores I was to call on, I would think they would not want any of my goods. After several days of this poor business I decided to work harder, but with no results. On retiring that night, I suffered from what is called ptomaine poisoning. I read, studied, and prayed most of the night, trying to heal myself, but without results. As morning dawned, the porter, chopping wood in the yard, started singing the old song,

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