I cannot longer refrain from expressing my appreciation...

Tennyson S. Spurlock

I cannot longer refrain from expressing my appreciation of the Sentinel. It has afforded me much pleasure, comfort, and joy. I also desire to express my gratitude to God, and to the dear God-inspired woman who has led us into the light. How well do I remember the first copy of the Sentinel I ever saw. When it was first published, I was situated so that most of my time during the day was taken with my duties as a stenographer, bookkeeper, and with other office work, but when I had a few spare moments they were spent in reading Christian Science literature.

I was not brought into Christian Science through physical healing (although I had seen its physical benefits, and have since experienced them), but for its religious teaching. I had religious proclivities since a child, but not enough conviction to join the orthodox church under whose teachings I was reared. When I saw and learned something of Christian Science, I did not doubt that it was the religion which Jesus preached and practised.

In my early days, I pondered the, to me, irreconcilable argument of older people, that when people died "It was their time to go—God had called them home;" but of those who recovered from illness it was doctor so-and-so who had restored them to health and saved their lives, and he, instead of God, was given the glory. I could not understand how a physician could possibly restore life, if God had called, and if He had not called, they would have recovered any way. When I learned to read the Bible for myself, I believed that healing should be done through prayer, as Jesus healed.

Oh, what could I do without Christian Science! Nothing could buy the little understanding I have of it, nor "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mrs. Eddy, which, studied with the Holy Bible, daily teaches me "precept upon precept." It is with sincere gratitude to God, and to our Leader, that I add my testimony to the thousands of others. My life has been saved from the clutches of disease though Christian Science. Once when suffering from pneumonia, I was restored when it seemed I would pass away that very night. I cannot close without testifying to an experience of a few weeks ago. I had been suffering for several days and nights, but not severely, until one morning about two o'clock, when I was awakened with suffering which seemed very real. I was in a great deal of pain; but got up and treated myself and read from the Bible and Science and Health. I, however, seemed to grow worse, and asked my husband to help me. He did, and read to me from these books, and I kept continually declaring the truth, silently and audibly, while I denied the reality of error. We worked in this way about four hours, when my husband went for one of our church members who lives near, and when she came and joined us, she and my husband read to me interchangeably, and at my request they repeated the Lord's Prayer and the scientific statement of being from our text-book. Truth was proved triumphant in about another hour, and the relief came instantly,—as a clock stops ticking. In one breath I felt in agony, the next I was perfectly easy. I lay quietly for about half an hour, after having tossed for about five. I then felt that I could dress myself. I got out of bed, and when I did so, an ovarian tumor about the size of a hen's egg passed from me. This experience made me feel humbly thankful to God, and to our dear Leader for the revelation of Truth which enabled us to make this demonstration; especially as she says that surgery is the last branch of Christian Science practice to be demonstrated; and further that this disease was destroyed in its inception. My sincere desire is that I may so live the teachings of Christian Science as to be worthy the name, A Christian Scientist. It rejoices me to be able to demonstrate this truth for myself and others, to know that I am doing some of the work Jesus commanded his followers to do.

Mrs. Tennyson S. Spurlock, Shellman, Ga.

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