Testimonies of Healing
When I read daily accounts in the media of the unrest and oppression in countries such as Syria and Egypt, I think about how I, as an individual, can contribute to peace in the world. In the Bible we read: “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty” (II Corinthians 3:17, New Revised Standard Version).
One morning last August, I woke up with pain in one of my legs and a rash on parts of the foot, ankle, and shin. It is normal for me to wake up each morning, thanking God for His love and care, and I did so that morning, knowing they were with me then and I could be free of this condition.
I am very grateful for Christian Science nurses and practitioners, and for the allness of God’s power, which has been revealed to me so clearly in Christian Science. In early January of this year, I was staying at my daughter’s home in a Boston suburb and had gone outside to walk the family dogs before leaving to drive home.
I would like to share two experiences of healing that have been striking examples to me of the power of Christian Science to heal children. When my younger son was about eight or nine, he came into my bedroom in the middle of the night, crying with a painful earache.
I love to water-ski. It’s a thrill to feel the wind on my face and to see the tree-covered mountains fly past as my ski carves the glassy water under my feet.
After my older brother, who was a great support to me, passed away in 1977, I faced lots of challenges. Most of all, I was very worried about my daughter’s health.
One morning I woke up and my wrist hurt, and it hurt more as the day went on. By the next morning, I could barely use my left hand, and my wrist was swollen.
It was Christmas day. I had flown to Florida to spend Christmas with my mother, and while I was there I wanted to help her in any way I could.
A number of years ago I attended a theater where the emcee introduced a hypnotist and asked the audience for volunteers to come up onstage to be hypnotized. The hypnotist spoke to each person briefly, then dismissed the majority of volunteers, leaving only four people.
I had been married for about two years and was living in West Africa with my husband when we found out I was pregnant. This was exciting news for us, but it was also a bit scary.