It is again time to express my indebtedness to Christian Science. A healing of grief, previously attested to, was reached alone with God. This experience I now would like to share involved family and a dedicated Christian Science practitioner.
My granddaughter was visiting from college. We planned a day together, starting with a scheduled morning program for which I was responsible. Toward the end of the program, while seated in the back of the room, I had momentary loss of consciousness and felt a sudden constriction. I took deep breaths, but this did not help. I found a private spot, loosened my clothes, and lay on the floor in search of release. The situation grew more severe. I signaled my granddaughter to take me home. I managed to reach the car, parked at the entrance, and lay on the back seat. My granddaughter did not know the route home, but I was able to give directions by observing the tops of the trees and building as we passed them. Later I was gratified to discover that my abrupt departure went entirely unnoticed, further evidence of God's care.
"Father, take me home" was my plea. What took place was a journey — a spiritual journey. Home has very precious meaning to Christian Scientists. Mrs. Eddy, in her work Science and Health, equates home with heaven. It is the harmony of spiritual consciousness. She also connects home with "heav'nly rest" in one of her well-loved poems (see Poems, "The Mother's Evening Prayer").
