My first healing in Christian Science...

Katie S. Winterberger

My first healing in Christian Science occurred many years ago. I had begun the study of Christian Science, daily going to the Reading Room to read.

One day, while studying, I became ill and told the librarian I did not think I could get home. She told me she would send me home in a limousine and, knowing I had not been studying long, asked me if I wanted a doctor or a practitioner to be called. I told her I thought I would take my stand now and rely on Christian Science and have a practitioner. She handed me The Christian Science Journal, and I chose a name for her to call.

When I reached the house, I went to bed. When the practitioner came, she put Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy in my hand, telling me to read anywhere while she gave me a treatment. Before leaving, she asked me to call her that evening. In the meantime my husband came home and did not like it when I told him I had had a practitioner. But when I told him she wanted me to call her and I could not get up, he insisted I call her and helped me to the telephone.

After talking to the practitioner, I did not go back to bed. Later, when my husband wanted me to go in town with him for dinner, I went. Since we were within walking distance of town, we walked although it was snowing very hard. I was completely well, and this was the end of the condition, which was one of chills and fever. The healing was wonderful; but what I am most grateful for is that my husband never again resented Christian Science or practitioners.

About fifteen years ago I was asked to visit a lifelong friend in California. I accepted the invitation, but almost immediately my legs from below the knee almost to the ankle became very painful, and at times I walked with difficulty. It never occurred to me to give up my trip, but during the journey I suffered constant pain. I had had help from a practitioner, but now I thought I should handle the situation myself, knowing that God was right with me and that if I really understood His omnipresence, I would experience no inharmony of any kind.

When I met my friend and her companion, who were not Scientists, I found they were under the doctor's care, going twice a week for medical help. I did not mention my own ailment to them. Since they were not exerting themselves at all, if there was any walking to be done I was the one chosen to do it. The mailbox was quite a distance from the house, and I was asked to take letters to mail and pick up mail when the postman came. I cut flowers to arrange throughout the house when fresh ones were needed and picked the sweet violets each morning. As the avocados and oranges began to ripen, I was asked to pick these also.

I continued to pray as understandingly as I could, but the difficulty continued. So one day when my friends went to the doctor, I telephoned a practitioner and asked for treatment. The healing came almost instantly, and I was free.

I cannot begin to tell of the joy that came with this healing. I could best express my gratitude by praising God, so when I cut flowers or mailed letters I sang our beautiful hymns. The whole atmosphere was changed. The joy was far-reaching, because my friends experienced it also and remarked about the hymns. I am ever grateful for this experience.

About six years ago, I was visiting one of my daughters. When the time came to retire for the night, I could not lie down because the upper portion of my back was very painful. I sat up in a comfortable chair all night, knowing nothing could make me believe in a power apart from God.

The next morning I was free; but when bedtime came, the same condition was there and with added force. This time I called a practitioner, and faithful work was continued for three nights. Then I was free indeed.—(Mrs.) Katie S. Winterberger, Lexington, Georgia.

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