Christian Science found me...

Christian Science found me over thirty years ago when I was bound by a sickness pronounced by the physicians to be tuberculosis of the lungs. No hope was offered for my recovery. I was young, well launched on a professional career, full of zeal, and undaunted in my hope that somehow there was a way out. But this "way" when it came was one which was wholly unexpected. I was with a little group one evening whose conversation drifted to the subject of Christian Science. Fortunately, one of the number was a very clear student. Her elucidations were so simple, so convincing and unanswerable, that light came instantly into my consciousness and I was healed. Other complications which were considered usual accompaniments of this disease vanished with it, and there has never been any return of these difficulties.

I was so filled with the joy and wonder of this truth that I lost no time in securing Mrs. Eddy's writings, attending church services, and availing myself of every privilege offered by the Christian Science movement. The beauty of this revelation of the allness of God, good, flooded every experience of my life, and I faced the world with the happy assurance that now no trouble could assail me over which, with this newfound understanding, I could not be the victor.

How priceless is this first view of heaven on earth—the glad surprise of finding Truth so simple and Love divine so near! As the years advanced, and the upward way became more rugged, demanding spiritual growth, I have recalled with boundless gratitude that early experience, that flood of light which came, so instantly banishing the darkness. Since then I have learned that it is the wise design of Love to carry the young lambs in its arms, while the sheep must pass under the rod. The lessons that came later have often seemed severe, requiring long and persistent study and a deeper searching of the Spirit before the answer came.

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"Blessed are the meek"
July 4, 1942

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