Testimony of Healing March 1, 1941 Issue

Returning from a western trip in 1907, my parents...

Marion Welton Herman

Returning from a western trip in 1907, my parents brought with them a copy of the Christian Science textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy. I knew nothing whatever about Science, yet some of the things my parents said about it seemed logical and answered questions which I had asked myself many times. So I commenced to read the textbook, and after I had read the chapter on Prayer I forgot that I had wanted to convince my parents they were wrong. The teaching was so logical, beautiful, and manifestly true, that I wondered how I had ever believed anything else.

Just at this time our baby daughter, who had been under medical care since her birth, the year before, was given up by the doctors. She had born with an incurable disease, they said, and they could do nothing more for her. They told me that it was a matter of days, possibly a week, before she would pass on, and that nothing could help her. I remembered that my mother had said that Christian Science healed. I did not see how it could, but I asked a dear friend about it, and she told me how to find help. I went to a practitioner, and my baby was healed in one treatment. I went home, threw out all my medicine, and took up the study of Christian Science, which has been our only physician since that time.

Our two boys were born under Science treatment. The births were accomplished with no discomfort whatever to me, and I was able to be up and about my household duties the following day. It has been a great joy and privilege to have my children taught in the Christian Science Sunday School. This instruction has been a wonderful help to them in working out their problems, and their ability to see the truth quickly and clearly has been a help to me many times. At one time the older boy and I were discussing the experience of another member of the family —and we were feeling rather self-righteous about it—when a log of wood, which the boy was bringing in for the fireplace, slipped from his grasp and fell on his foot, injuring it. He turned to me with the tears streaming down his face and said: "Mother, do you know what we were doing? We were admitting the existence of evil. And that admittance has tried to harm my understanding. But my understanding is of God, good, and it can't be injured!" He took his books and went into another room and read for the rest of the morning. Early in the afternoon he told me that he was going skating. His foot had been completely healed.

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