"I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up

"I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up. . . . O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me." This song of the Psalmist has become my song continually. Five years ago I was laid low. Great was my physical need. The sanatorium of The Christian Science Benevolent Association opened its gates to me, and I was completely, permanently healed. On one of the first nights there, pain seemed to become unendurably severe, but I felt I should put forth an honest effort to follow the rules in the textbook before disturbing the practitioner. At my call the night nurse came promptly and lovingly, and read uplifting and encouraging passages from our beloved Leader's writings, till I rested quietly. In the morning the argument returned. Encouraged by the experience of the previous night. I again strove to obey the rules of procedure our Leader gives in her writings, and again a nurse read aloud to me. This time a still higher, clearer sense of God's presence and active, adequate power came. Within five minutes after a message was delivered to the practitioner I was gloriously free from that particular false claim; and it has never returned. What a marvelous thing to feel God's presence, to feel His law of love at work in our behalf !

As the law of divine Love brought me its freeing messages, a new desire was roused within me to have this experience bring a clearer understanding of Christian Science, that understanding which our Leader longed for each of her followers to gain. I pondered anew the opening sentence of that marvelous volume, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy: "The prayer that reforms the sinner and heals the sick is an absolute faith that all things are possible to God,—a spiritual understanding of Him, an unselfed love."

Even though Science and Health had been my companion for twenty-five years, and had been earnestly studied for fifteen years previous to my admission to the sanatorium, now long familiar passages blazed forth, and fresh, vital messages were found that seemed entirely new. Gently but surely the word of Truth led thought away from material evidence, even though it seemed clamoring for attention, till the conviction came that a change in matter did not gauge the healing, but a change in consciousness. Progress went steadily on, the practitioner giving me present treatments nearly every day. When I first began to walk, even though the steps seemed few, conscious and grateful effort was made to "walk by faith," to "walk in the Spirit," to "walk worthy of the Lord," by turning thought to infinite Mind, the source of all action. Bit by bit these steps increased in number and strength.

The services on Sundays and Wednesdays were filled with the spirit of the healing truth, and the lecture I heard there made a lasting impression upon me. Especially did this message abide—that it was not a physical condition that had brought us to the Christian Science sanatorium, but a reaching out for more spiritual understanding of God, for had we not known something about Him and desired to know more, we would have gone to any place but to that blessed sanatorium in Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts.

In ten weeks came strength and freedom. I went home with renewed gratitude for our beloved Leader, the magnitude of her unselfed life-work, and the blessings it had so abundantly bestowed on me and on all who have honestly sought to avail themselves of what she has so clearly stated is for all. Grateful am I for the sanatorium and for each worker there; and for The Mother Church, which, under God's guidance, Mrs. Eddy founded to include every activity necessary for the healing and redemption of all as they seek Christ's "one only way" (see marginal heading, Science and Health, p. 242).

(Mrs.)Elsie Adams Hunter, Boston, Massachusetts.

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