Testimonies of Healing

I had a very challenging career in the media that included managing people in many offices across the country. When I married and moved to the suburbs, I needed to commute two hours to my Chicago office in the morning and two hours back each evening—in addition to the extensive air travel required for my work.

It was moving day, and I had been looking forward to getting settled in our brand-new home. That morning I awoke to find that my menstrual period had become abnormally heavy.

In March 2018, I woke up one morning with a large hot spot on the inside of my upper thigh, apparently a bug bite. I didn’t think much of it, assuming it would just go away after a while.

The author rejected the false suggestion that man's relation to God could be broken or fractured.

Early in November 2016, my wife and I agreed to purchase a particular insurance policy that included an initial health screening. Unfortunately, I did not realize what this would entail.

It was a gorgeous, warm, sun-filled day as I put on my skis and headed toward the ski lift ready to enjoy my vacation. I went up the mountain, and just as I was about to get off the lift, a skier ran into me and I fell.

Even devoted students of Christian Science have occasion to dig deeper in their understanding of its teachings about God, our relation to God, and the practice of Christian healing. I recently experienced the need to go well beyond my normal study discipline, to unreservedly reach out and declare my unimpaired oneness with my creator, and to express my joy and freedom as His, Her, loved child.

I found out about Christian Science when I sang solos and played the organ for a few different branches of The First Church of Christ, Scientist. At first, I wasn’t interested in Christian Science; I just loved music (see “ From unbelief to feeling embraced by God’s love ,” Christian Science Sentinel, May 13, 2019).

A few years ago a very painful, hard bump began to develop at a joint on one of my fingers, disfiguring the finger and bending it to the side. At first, thoughts flooded in suggesting the inevitability of aging, such as, “Well, you’re at an age when things like this show up, and you should expect this to happen.

This past winter, my husband and I traveled to the Caribbean for a vacation with my brother and sister-in-law. In the afternoon on the third day, while swimming in a pool, I started to feel dizzy and nauseous.