Testimonies of Healing

THREE SUMMERS AGO, while I was working as the corral program head at a Christian Science camp, I experienced a healing that taught me the power of divine Love and God's care. It was the first day of a new session, and we had assigned a horse to each camper.

WHEN I WAS DIAGNOSED with degenerative rheumatoid arthritis, the medical specialist said I would become extremely weak and would eventually not be able to move on my own or care for myself. Shortly after, when the symptoms worsened, the doctor prescribed medication so I could withstand the pain, but he said there was no treatment he knew of that could cure the disease.

MANY YEARS AGO I had a swelling at the base of my spine. Off and on the area bled somewhat, along with other forms of discharge.

AFTER I STARTED GRADUATE SCHOOL in the fall of 1997, my health deteriorated suddenly and rapidly. Although the condition was never medically diagnosed, the issue seemed to be heart related.

IN 1999, I began my first year at the University of Calabar in Nigeria. At that time cult practices were common in Nigerian universities, and the school I attended had the highest number of students who were involved in a variety of these cults.

Due to the sensitive nature of the following testimony, the author's name has been withheld. DESPERATE STRAITS.

AS A COLLEGE STUDENT, I traveled to Kenya for a study-abroad program that took me and about 20 other students to some of the most beautiful game parks in the world. Afterward, a friend and I set out on our own to meet the extraordinary African people themselves.

ON THE SURFACE, everything seemed perfect: I had a lovely family and a beautiful home. But rather than feeling buoyant and productive and grateful, I felt sluggish and uninspired and generally unhappy with my life.

ONE WINTER SEVERAL YEARS ago, my children were competing in a ski race in Vermont. When my husband and I were having a conversation at the car, he made a hurtful comment to me—one that underscored my recent feelings of insecurity about my marriage.

EARLY IN 2006, an open sore appeared on my forehead. I covered it with an adhesive bandage, but over the period of a couple of months, the sore continued to grow larger and became inflamed.