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Excerpts from Letters Concerning Christian Science Wartime Activities
[From the Secretary of a State Christian Science Camp Welfare Committee]
The mother of a serviceman called one morning saying her son had telephoned from a New York hospital. He had been wounded and was in a cast. A few days later he was transferred to a hospital in Virginia, and I was asked to take up the work for him. Instantly the thought came, How could man, the glory of God, be in a cast! How could the son of God, the son of the most High, be bound by some plaster! The utter ridiculousness of the claim was seen, and then the law of God was acknowledged to be present and in full and perfect operation.
A few days later I had a call from the private telling me that he was home on leave. He came to see me and told me of his healing. During combat in Europe a bullet shattered the bone of his leg and cut some muscles. The first day in the hospital, after Christian Science treatment, the cast was taken off. He stood up beside the bed. The other boys said, "Don't do that; you are foolish." But he laughed, and knew on what he was leaning—not on a leg but on the law of God, the law that held him eternally perfect in the Father's sight.
On the second day he used two crutches, on the third day one crutch, on the fourth day he walked with a cane, and on the fifth day he was on leave. When I saw him he walked perfectly; there was no evidence of any limp. He was driving his own car. He talked quite a bit, telling me of his experiences while serving in tanks, and he thanked God for his deliverance.
[From the Christian Science Wartime Minister in France]
It was a great pleasure to meet, while I was at the Christian Science Service Center in Le Havre, a young visitor whose experience was quite remarkable. While in England, in a training area from which civilian population had been evacuated, this young man found, in a dump, a worn-out copy of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy. This was his first knowledge of our movement, or of Science and Health; but after a glance through a few pages of the book, he kept it and read it over and over again.
Since that day, this boy has hunted for any information he can find on Christian Science. It was, I must say, a happy privilege to have a very long talk with him. He was given all the literature he could use, and was told to come for more when he had the opportunity of reading what he already had. This young man stated that he realizes that he can surely have peace and happiness through the study of Christian Science.
This is only one instance of the very many proofs of its utility given by the Christian Science Service Center in Le Havre.
[From a Serviceman Overseas, written before V–E Day]
I want to thank you for the Christian Science Quarterly which I received yesterday somewhere in Germany. It's needless for me to add how much good one derives from the Lessons. The trials and tribulations of war have been met through the understanding of Christian Science in all cases. [From a Member of the British Forces to our London Committee, written in February, 1945]
Some months ago you presented me with a service edition of our Christian Science textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy. I should like you to know what a great blessing it is proving to be.
The textbook and a small edition of the Bible and a copy of the Christian Science Quarterly are my constant companions. It has been wonderful how the opportunity of reading the Lesson-Sermon has unfolded. Most varied have been the places in which I have been able to "turn aside" for the spiritual refreshment, which is so essential. In cellars, foxholes, bombed buildings, barns, et cetera, there has been the quiet place provided by Love.
I can't tell you how deeply grateful I am for Christian Science, to our dear Leader, and to the faithful workers.
Many thanks also for the packages of Christian Science literature, which come in regularly and are always welcomed.
[From a Dutch Sailor]
During our stay in Boston you were so kind to send all the members of the crew of our vessel a packet of clothes. At that time we thought we could make some poor people happy. We did not know then how badly clothes were needed. I have been asked to give you the heartfelt thanks of all who have been benefited by them.
They are short of everything in Holland. The Germans have taken all, and the people have had to live on sugar beets and hardly anything else. There are no shoes or clothing, so you can imagine how happy they were with your gift. There were some baby clothes, which I gave to a mother of a small baby, and she could not believe her eyes, and asked me to thank you very much in her place, as she does not speak any English.
Ours was the second ship to come into Rotterdam, and everything is still chaos—no light, gas, tramcars, or trains; but things will soon be better, we hope. Thank you for all you did for our people.
December 22, 1945 issue
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Christmas Happiness Assured
ELLA MAY FRAZER
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Let Us Go In and Possess the Land
JOHN D. RASMUSSEN, JR.
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The Christmas Radiance
MARCIA STEVENS BARBER
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"Peace, be still"
RAYMOND D. HEINE
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Wise Men, Awake!
LAURA BROWN CROWELL
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"What of this child?"
TERESE ROSE NAGEL
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Bethlehem Night
CATHERINE ANNETTE HUBBELL
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"Put on thy beautiful garments"
JANET LAURIE HAWES
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Our Gift
GRACE K. STICHT
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No Unhappy Christmastide!
John Randall Dunn
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The Morning Star
Margaret Morrison
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What a blessing Christian Science...
Constance M. Francis
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I have had the blessing of a...
Dorothea Richardson Grant
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I wish to say that from the time...
Arthur E. Varney
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One day while I was feeling...
Sylvia C. Hornbeck
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Testifying to the blessings received...
Roland Tonge
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I should like to add my testimony...
Claire Marie Piper
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It has been my desire for some...
Mabel G. Broadus
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When Christian Science came...
Helen Kupfer
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The Light Leads On
PEARL STRACHAN HURD
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Signs of the Times
with contributions from Edgar DeWitt Jones