Testimonies of Healing

During an overseas cycling trip last year, riding out of a small village with two other cyclists, I saw a white line on the road that I thought marked the bike lane, but instead it was a small curb. At about fifteen miles per hour, I went flying off the bike and bounced along a wall and sidewalk.

I first heard about Christian Science in 2010, and through the study and practice of this Science, I have learned to rely on God for healing. With a heart full of gratitude, I want to share one of the many healings I have experienced.

When I found myself facing a divorce and the breakup of my family, the need to understand the scriptural promise “Love never fails” (I Corinthians 13:8, New King James Version) became vital to my life. I had thought that if I could somehow approximate the unfailing love of God, I could fix my marriage and get back to the way things were before so much unhappiness had found a place in our family.

Many years ago, my family went on a lakeside camping trip with my sister-in-law and her two girls in northern Michigan. My two boys were around one and seven years old at the time, and we had brought our pontoon boat to enjoy by the water.

I am particularly grateful that my understanding of love has changed from focusing on people and personalities to focusing on God. Understanding God as Love has given me a new view of myself and others which makes it unnecessary to struggle for love.

After a miscarriage, a woman prays and finds healing and comfort. In time, she becomes pregnant again.

The author is healed of a stiff ankle and cold symptoms.

A senior is healed of an overactive bladder after she realizes that Christ is an actual living, palpitating power and presence. 

This author says, “I didn’t just want my old body back, I wanted to be redeemed, to be made new in Spirit. That was a wonderful wake-up moment.” She is healed of a back injury and back to doing farm chores. 

One Wednesday evening, while attending a testimony meeting in our branch Church of Christ, Scientist, I got a call on my cellphone from my mom, who was the attendant in the childcare room that evening. She said our son had run into a wooden chair at full speed, hitting it with his forehead.