Two years ago I was in despair and disheartened; for within three months two of our children had passed away and the remaining three were not well. For a long time doctors and a trained nurse had been coming daily. A large selection of medicine bottles made the house look like a hospital. Care, sleepless nights, and worry occupied my thought; heavy losses were added to the poor collections of outstanding accounts of a small retail business, and I was debating whether it was worth while trying to live. I seldom went to church. I thought it needless for a man to spend time for such unprofitable and lonesome lessons as we received in the Lutheran Church.

At this time a young lady told me about Christian Science, and asked me to go to a Friday night experience meeting, and perhaps it would do me good. I did so, and the very first evening was a glorious one to me. The words which I read on the wall of the Church, "God is Love," seemed so much to me. I could not remember that I had ever heard those words before, and I knew that was certainly not the God who sent discord and misery. I paid close attention to the testimonials, and soon realized that I had found what I needed.

I was convinced that these intelligent people who called themselves Christian Scientists were speaking the Truth, and the love and gratitude which they expressed made me cheerful and gave me a longing to know more about it. I investigated and soon found it helpful; my wife became interested, and the three children were sent to the Christian Science Sunday School.

A year ago my wife and I went through a class. I did not think at that time that I would ever be able to give up smoking and drinking beer; being a German, I had to have my beer with nearly every meal. Now I do not want to smoke, neither do I want any beer; not because I have fear, and not alone because it is unscientific, but because I have no desire for it. And it is very seldom that I am asked to smoke or to drink, which was always the first offer before I came to Truth.

Now each one of the family demonstrates the power of Truth. God is our physician, and Truth and Love our medicine. Our beloved Leader's books—Science and Health and her other writings—together with the Bible, which I did not open for fourteen or fifteen years, have become our dear faithful companions, and it is needless to say that I love to go to Church.

Last spring I was healed of pneumonia. It being severe and seemingly real to me, I gladly accepted help, and in four days I was healed. This seemed to be just what I needed to do away with the doubts as to the Truth and healing power of Christian Science.

Two or three months after this a sudden attack of rheumatism, of which I was temporarily relieved some time before I came to Christian Science, manifested itself. I called for help again, thinking I was not able to reflect enough of Truth to make this belief unreal to myself, but was much disappointed at first to hear the practitioner say, "You must work this time yourself; it is time you worked your problem." I took it as a rebuke, thanked my brother for turning my face God-ward, and asked God to show me how to work. The healing was slow, but sure and sweet. In about three weeks I was healed, and with it came the spiritual uplifting which is far beyond my expression. Physically, morally, and spiritually I am a new man.

Soon after this I had to prove the power of Truth for one of my children, and in about fifteen minutes the child was relieved from high fever. I felt like going up to the top of the house and shouting, "Glory to God!" I have had other demonstrations since, and know that we can help ourselves and others if we only ask aright; and this we learn in Christian Science and through our Leader's writings.

The book Science and Health has also been a great help to me in speaking, reading, and writing English, and I realize the value of this jewel to all Christian Scientists.

It is marvelous to see how naturally our little children take to Truth, and I would like to mention a few demonstrations. Our oldest girl, eleven years old, got up at one o'clock one night and asked for a book. "Unity of Good" was nearest at hand; she read it for about twenty minutes and went to bed again. The next morning she was at the breakfast table and there was not a word said about it, although she seemed to be burning with fever, before she took refuge in "Unity of Good."

Our little boy, seven years old, was asked by his school teacher to stay at home, because he had a very severe cold. He came home at twelve o'clock, and instead of going with us to the lunch-table he went to his room, closed the door, and was next seen going to school at quarter before one. In the afternoon, on entering the house, he went direct to his room again, and did not allow any one to speak to or even look at him. The next day he was well, and all he said was, "I demonstrated and error went away."

Happiness, harmony, and love is this little family's home rule now, and for all this we thank God and our beloved Leader, Mrs. Mary Baker G. Eddy; and shall continue our thanks through living this blessed Truth.

Arnold Blome, New York City.