Testimony of Healing December 12, 1936 Issue

When a mere child I united with an orthodox church,...

Ollie May Clem

When a mere child I united with an orthodox church, but years later, after becoming interested in Christian Science, I was convinced that I had never really learned how to pray. Several years ago I lived in a large city for a few months, and while there located an uncle whom I had not seen since childhood. I was surprised to learn that he was a student of Christian Science. This teaching was entirely new to me, and after my uncle had explained that treatments were given by prayer I became interested. Soon thereafter, while making arrangements to leave this city with my two small children, I became ill with erysipelas of the face.

Immediately I remembered what my uncle had said, and I prayed earnestly in my old way, but the physical condition became steadily worse. When my husband returned home a physician was called, but he stated that all he could do would be to prevent the spreading of this disease through the use of an ointment. I could neither eat nor sleep and was in constant pain, with one eye completely closed. I again communicated with my uncle and asked for help. One half hour after a treatment was given I was free from pain, the eye opened and soon became normal, and I realized that I had been healed. In a few days I left this city with the assurance that I need fear no relapse, although the weather was quite cold and stormy. Upon my arrival at the little town where I lived, about four o'clock in the morning, there was no transportation available, and the only thing left for me to do was to take my two children and walk seven blocks through the snowdrifts. This was thirty-three years ago, and there has never been a return of this disease.

My uncle had given me some copies of the Christian Science Sentinel with a request that I read them, but for over two years they were left untouched. During the early part of this period another son was born, following which my health was much on the decline and one physician pronounced my condition incurable, due to a very badly poisoned system. One night upon retiring, I was much discouraged and battled between the thought of life and death, when the "still small voice" came gently, "You know not what life is; you have had the opportunity, now accept it." Quickly I came to the decision that on the following day I would read the Sentinels left with me by my uncle. This was done, but I seemed to derive no benefit from the reading.

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