My two boys, one nine and the other eleven, went out...

Amanda E. Lay

My two boys, one nine and the other eleven, went out nutting one day with a little neighbor boy. The oldest one, Earl, fell from a walnut tree about twenty feet high. He lay there as one dead. A man at work in a stone quarry on top of the hill, saw what had happened, and came at once to help them. The first thing he said was, "Why, he is dead." At this the little neighbor, not a Christian Scientist, ran home to his parents and said, "Earl fell from a tree and is dead;" but the youngest of my two boys, Clarence, stood right by his brother and said, "He is not dead, God is his life, and God can't die."

By the time a woman came and wanted to use camphor, but Clarence held his hands over Earl's face and said, "We are Christian Scientists, we don't use such stuff." Earl began to show symptoms of life, and the man stood him on his feet, then Clarence put his arms around him and led him home, about a mile and a half.

When they reached home, I was not there. My daughter and I had gone out for a ride. On our way a friend came out and stopped us and said that she had received a message through the telephone to stop me and tell me that Earl had broken his arm. I was protected with these words that came to me as a light instead of fear, "Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom, lead Thou me on."

When I reached home, the house was full. All the neighbors were there, and my poor boy was screaming at the top of his voice. I went to him with these words, "Earl, be still; God will help us." It wasn't five minutes before he had quieted down and made no complaint of pain.

I had never seen a broken bone before, and knew nothing of the setting, so I took him down to the doctor and had the bone set. Earl was unconscious from that afternoon until the next morning. When he awoke, he went to the neighbor's and played the same as usual. The next week he went to school and used his hand as well as ever. About two weeks after this, he was at the neighbor's and was told that his arm was not set right, that he would have to have it broken and set again. I examined it and, to the senses, it showed very plainly that the arm was not set right. But this time instead of going to mortal man for help, I turned to God. From that time on the arm began to mend. The healing had come in the right way and it was complete.

I thank God for this wonderful healing.

Mrs. Amanda E. Lay, Burlington, Ia.

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