My parents were devoted, earnest Christians in the Presbyterian Church. As a child, I thought this a happy world if God would only stop the sickness and death, instead of permitting them. I was told He saw, in His infinite wisdom that it was for our good. We had sickness and death all the time and I used to watch the family to see if they did grow good.

That God was Love, yet Justice; that some must be lost and others saved; that the atonement was the only way out, and true repentance brought a certainty of Heaven, and then one was all right, was the religion taught. There was no explanation of God that harmonized with what it seemed to me God was, I gave just as little thought to it as I could, for it all was so full of incongruities. I would never have thought, had I not feared eternal punishment, as I saw no other reason for trying to love God.

My mother's life of love and happiness was a mystery, her God was Love. At last I was led to try not to think of all the things I could not understand, but let them go,—"Repent and be saved," and believe God was Love any way. I felt that was a little better; was converted, united with the church, and my desire was so strong to have others learn as much of God and the Christ as I had, I devoted my life to city missionary work for years.

I soon learned that the old problems returned in others lives with redoubled fury, and as I had no sure remedy from sin and suffering, I had little to offer except material aid, and Love as I understood it.

My mental struggles, overwork, an inherited weak constitution, with a severe injury to my spine, put me on a bed of suffering. The following four years I spent trying to be resigned, under the most excruciating pain day and night. Partial paralysis; head, heart, and spine, all diseased; a dark, quiet room, with morphine and loving care was all I knew. Oh, how I prayed to die and be free from pain.

After one year I was taken to a hospital, and returned to my home at the close of another year, pronounced incurable. The wretchedness I lived in was as nothing compared to what I saw my family enduring, their lives saddened and changed. Nearly two years longer I suffered, though not in bed all the time, as I was able to be about some.

The old questions would ever return: Jesus could heal once, why not now? Where is a God of Truth and Justice? Why must I suffer so?

I turned to faith-healing with no result. I asked my doctor if Christian Science would help me. He replied, "If you had no organic trouble Christian Science would help you, but you have, and it will do nothing for you."

When all hope had fled times without number, divine Love led me to Christian Science through my first physician, as he insisted upon my trying it, not thinking I would be healed but that I would be encouraged.

As the Truth was unfolded to me I loved it, though at first I declared I would not be made to think I was well when I was sick. Love for my family, and a faint hope that I might be better made me willing to take treatment. I was determined to give Christian Science as fair a trial as I had given medicine.

More than anything else I wanted to know what God was. The perfectly clear, logical, truthful, and honest way every one of the old questions were met, brought a peace the world can neither give nor take away. By the revelation of Christian Science, I had found a God of Truth at last.

Do I need to say the healing began? The organic troubles left first, and I was healed through and through. The healing was slow but sure. I was able to go anywhere in about two weeks, but learned I must live the Truth and deny the error according to the teachings of the Bible and "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures."

This was ten years ago. I have never been sick in bed since, have done all kinds of work in housekeeping, studied for a kindergarten, had a private school of my own for five years, besides having charge of the home, as well as taking charge of a Children's Home and teaching there during the summer. I am always well and strong.

We all have to "work out our own salvation," and I have listened to error too many times only to be, "beaten with many stripes," until I am beginning to know what it means to give up all for Christ, and to love more and more a religion that we can understand. God neither makes nor permits sickness and death, for He can create only that which is like Himself. Jesus proved sin, sickness, and death to be not of God.

Christian Science is more to me than anything else, and it must be, for there is but one Life, Truth, and Love.

This spring I had the blessed privilege of taking class instruction from one of Mrs. Eddy's loyal students.

The Communiion season at Boston, with the visit to Concord and the sight of our dear Mother, who expresses so much of Spirit, were heavenly feasts.

The Truth has enabled me to heal not only myself, but others, and I long to reflect the divine Love more and more. There are problems to meet all the way, but Christian Science is a religion that gives to man his true knowledge of God, as both Truth and Justice, of Jesus the Christ as the example and embodiment of divine Love. I have found all I longed for and infinitely more,—a God of Love and Truth.—Miss Ellen S. Robbins, Sharon, Conn.