Former Well-Known Hotel Man Relates his Experience with Christian Science.
Rollin K. Sherman
Daily Telegraph, September 28, 1899
To the Editor of The Nashua Telegraph, Sir:— I greatly appreciate your kindness in allowing me space in the columns of the Telegraph to give the public the benefit of my marvelous healing of late, together with some general remarks on Christian Science.
My only motive in giving an account of my healing through Christian Science is this: I desire to show the suffering multitudes that the power of God through the understanding of Truth is demonstrated in our day as it was in the day of Jesus and his disciples, over sin, sickness, death, and every other trouble, and I would herald these glad tidings of great joy to the ends of the earth, that I may "comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God;" and who does not need comforting in the midst of these terrible ordeals of mortal life?
I propose at this point to give an unvarnished statement of my healing, which will corroborate the statements I have already made concerning Christian Science and other statements that I may make at the close of this article.
The people of Nashua know full well that I had been hobbling through its streets much of the time for two and a half years, a decrepit, old, physical wreck of mortal manhood, having been given up to die by my physician and my family, and the people were thinking and saying, "That man is not long for this world." Grip, followed by acute bronchitis and terminating in nervous prostration lasting for over two years, were the claims upon me.
My physician, a kind-hearted gentleman, in his desire to alleviate my sufferings, prescribed a mild opiate (papine) when I was first taken sick, and this drug was administered to me from two to four times a day, nearly every day for the entire period of my sickness. The thoughts of the possibility of acquiring the opium habit were an unbearable torture at times that threw me into despair, and I cried to God in my agony to save me from such an awful doom and to heal my sickness; for I believed that the prayer of faith would save the sick; but for the want of the understanding of Christ, Truth, I could not touch the hem of his garment myself, nor could the ministers or others, who prayed with me so kindly, so tenderly, and so fervently. We all lacked the understanding of Truth to overcome sickness, and hence the "signs" which Jesus declared should follow them that believe—healing the sick, etc.—did not, could not, follow our belief; for it was belief without understanding, and the Bible says, "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." Our failure was simply in not knowing or understanding Truth.
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In February, 1899, my wife and I went to Brockton, Mass., to stay a while with my daughter. While there my hopes were intermittent with no perceptible improvement in my condition, although I tried hard to exercise a cheerful, hopeful faith that I was gaining. I said to my wife the first day of last April (1899), "I feel that I am a physical wreck without one particle of soundness from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet." My lungs seemed to be nearly gone, my stomach was in an awful condition as I thought, and I was mincing over a scanty diet, almost afraid to eat anything, and, indeed, many things seemed to throw me into diarrhea and distress me much. I was also suffering with a burning fever in my very bones from which I had suffered much of the time from my first attack of grip in 1896, and the fear of the morphine habit was also staring me full in the face.
At this juncture, when it seemed to me that I could not stand the strain any longer, when I was prepared to take Truth at any cost, God came to my rescue and offered me relief through Christian Science.
Three months earlier I would have died rather than enter into this "devilish delusion," as I heard Christian Science called from a Christian pulpit by an evangelist two weeks before the time I refer to. But what was I to do? What could I do? I had been fighting death all alone—looking right into the grave almost, until the very tortures of hell seemed to be consuming my flesh. I was perfectly helpless myself; doctors had failed me; ministers could not help me; the church had no healing balm to offer me, and my wife and my daughter had lost faith, as they told me themselves. Thus I was standing all alone upon the very brink of the grave, "having no hope, and without God in the world." Notwithstanding my mortal wretchedness, the third day of April I advised my granddaughter, who had been invited to attend a Christian Science meeting, to keep away from these deluded people, affirming that "Christian Science is the most gigantic error of the age," and yet I could not have stated one principle of Christian Science; for I had no more understanding of it than all others who as unwittingly antagonize it to-day, as I had done.