Testimonies of Healing
Several years ago, I served as First Reader in my branch Church of Christ, Scientist. One Thursday evening, as I was preparing for the Sunday church service, I stood up from my chair, and my foot seemed to fold in half under me.
Every time I looked down at my hands I asked myself, “When will this end?” Every movement was difficult and brought a great deal of discomfort and bleeding. I had been praying about this for some time and asked for help from a Christian Science practitioner.
How is it that we can be, and are, lifted out of the stark belief in mortality and death through prayer? The answer is explained in the substance of my walk out of darkness into the light following my husband’s passing after a long, happy marriage. The Science of being, based on the forever-present fact of God’s allness, and this allness being reflected in immortal life, is always asserting itself right where a sense of futility, loss, and abject grief suggests itself to human consciousness.
Once while our family was living in Jerusalem, my five-year-old daughter saw me lying on the couch, suffering from a sudden onset of physical illness. I had managed a few quiet, prayerful thoughts, reaching out to God for healing and seeking a clearer sense of my true harmonious being as God’s child.
Not long ago I noticed that a sore had developed on my lip. It was painful, and for months it did not heal.
Yearning to know more about spiritual identity brings healing.
After spending a post-Christmas vacation with our son and his family in Virginia, my wife and I began our 14-hour car trip back home to Indiana. We had had a perfectly wonderful and fun-filled time with our son’s family, which included a tour of the naval destroyer of which our son is captain and bringing in the New Year at their home.
This writer shares a significant healing.
Have you ever wondered: Who am I? Am I important? Does my life matter? If people like me, am I more worthy? If they don’t, is there something inferior about me? These were some of the questions that plagued me until I realized my true identity as God’s beloved child. During many years of a verbally and emotionally abusive marriage, my sense of self-worth eroded away, and I found myself dealing with anorexia.
The Bible tells us in many varied ways that “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble” ( Psalms 46:1 ). One place we find assurances of protection and safety under God’s care is in the ninety-first Psalm.