Testimonies of Healing

I first remember feeling the temptation to drink when I went away to college. The fraternities there aggressively courted me and other freshman with beer drinking parties and contests.

When I first moved to Santa Monica, California, in a very warm July, I came to love the beach for its beauty and sense of expansive freedom.   My young son had gone down to the beach earlier one morning with a friend, and I promised to bring lunch and meet the two boys later.

One day in October 2009,  I was driving down a hill with my daughter, who was in the passenger seat next to me. Suddenly, I had no feeling in my right foot.

Throughout my childhood and into my adult life I suffered terribly from allergies. There were many things in the environment I felt triggered extreme reactions—but probably the most devastating to me was my reaction to cats.

In the spring of 1978 an unsightly skin condition, perhaps eczema, developed on my scalp and eventually led to the development of a scab. At times it became painful and irritating, especially when it was exposed to the warm summer sun, or when I washed my hair.

My lifelong study of the teachings of Christ Jesus and Mary Baker Eddy has given me the confidence to turn to God for every answer. One morning, as I was walking to a bus stop on my way to work, I suddenly felt a sharp sensation at the back of my ankle.

As a child I suffered from periodic attacks of catarrh or sinus congestion, considered by doctors to be hereditary. At the time, my family had not heard of Christian Science and there was not much that the medical profession could offer in the way of a permanent solution.

The author overcomes regrets about his career and learns that his real job is to listen to God.

I find hymns to be very inspirational and healing. One summer while camping with my family, I was healed very quickly of a severe burn from boiling water.

“I’m dating a girl who’s a Christian Scientist—does anyone know anything about it?”  That’s the question I posed to my mother and her fellow churchgoing friends at a diner after mass one Sunday. One of the most respected members of the group replied: “Ah, that’s the religion that heals.