Many times people remark that Christian Science is...

Many times people remark that Christian Science is hard to understand, but as I look back twenty years, when I was a young student and my children were small, I remember countless healings we had in our home through their simple understanding. For twenty-six years Christian Science has met my every need, and during these years my two children have not had medical help.

When my first child came, the physician whom we called because of the state law said that she could live only forty-five hours. With the help of a practitioner two hundred miles away, whom I had never seen, she was soon well and strong. When quite young she stepped on a large thorn. It did not come out of the flesh, and, after several days, was so deeply embedded that I asked her to allow me to try to remove it with a needle. She refused, and I told her that perhaps she did not always know the best thing to do. She replied, "Well, I always know Truth." I immediately bound a cloth around the foot and decided to wait on God. In a few hours we again removed the cloth and there lay the large thorn. The healing was complete. At another time this child fell down the basement steps and dislocated her shoulder. The condition did not improve, and at the end of two or three days a member of the family asked to be allowed to call a surgeon. I turned humbly to God to ask in what way I had failed. Soon the answer came. I saw that I had been unwilling to work for a child whose mother had asked me to treat her, for I had felt that she should do her own work. I immediately gained a compassionate, healing thought for the neighbor's child, and that same evening my child was healed. Later I learned that the neighbor's child was healed at the same time. Scarlet fever has been healed in one day.

When my boy was small he came in from play with a cold. Climbing to the top of the bookcase he secured the Hymnal and bringing it to me, he said, "Mother, sing 'Shepherd, show me how to go,' all the time" (Poems by Mrs. Eddy, p. 14). My heart melted as I took him in my arms and sang. When we finished the hymn he returned to his play, healed. At another time when sickness appeared, I placed him in his high chair and told him to know the truth as he had been taught at Sunday school. Curiosity prompted me to ask a little later what he was doing, since he was so quiet. Apparently surprised at my asking, he replied, "Oh, I'm just thanking God." He was healed almost immediately.

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