Like the prodigal son in the parable,...

Like the prodigal son in the parable, who had spent all that he had and then, awaking to his need, returned to the loving welcome of his father, so I too had wandered far from Truth. My parents were sincere students of Christian Science, and I attended Sunday School all through childhood. During my high-school days, however, the allurements of materiality seemed more fascinating than the straight and narrow way of Truth, and I stopped my attendance at Sunday School and church.

Mrs. Eddy tells us in Science and Health that "the sharp experiences of belief in the supposititious life of matter, as well as our disappointments and ceaseless woes, turn us like tired children to the arms of divine Love" (p. 322). Such a sharp experience came to me in the form of my child's passing on, as a result of which I suffered a complete nervous breakdown. The faithful work that was done by a consecrated practitioner, and my mother's loving encouragement, at last aroused me from my apathy.

The still small voice of divine direction came one Sunday morning with the insistent command that I return to the church I had stopped attending seventeen years previously. At first I was reluctant to obey, because I could not see what good I could possibly derive from going to church. Having descended to the bottom of the pit of mental darkness, however, I was ready to start the climb out, and I began to work out my salvation "with fear and trembling." The healing was slow, but steady progress was made. Insomnia, blood poisoning, false appetites, irritability, impatience, impulsiveness, false responsibility, and an overwhelming sense of fear were some of the conditions that obstructed my path. However, each one of these phases of mortal mind was uncovered and destroyed.

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Testimony of Healing
Among the many healings in...
November 6, 1954

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