Testimonies of Healing

Among the many blessings I experienced as First Reader in a branch Church of Christ, Scientist, was a healing I’d like to share. Perhaps it will be helpful to others dealing with the many impositions imposed upon folks such as myself who have seen a good many moons pass by.

One recent Wednesday night at church, as I was ushering at the front door, a car drove into the church driveway and then did a U-turn on the lawn. I wondered if it was a prank.

When I began studying Christian Science, I would only apply its teachings to solve economic problems, tensions in relationships, and so on; that is, aspects of my life unrelated to health issues. Today, after having had several physical healings through the study of Science and Health, I’ve realized that spiritual growth comes progressively as we solve through scientific prayer the challenges we face, including those related to health.

The EHEC epidemic had a firm grip on Germany last spring. There already had been casualties, and people were feverishly looking for a cause.

All through my childhood I suffered from chronic headaches. Their frequency was such that I could not go a month without needing to take medicines to calm the pain.

The spring of my senior year of college I was on the varsity baseball team, and on a Thursday afternoon I went to baseball practice, as usual. We always started our practices with a metaphysical focus, followed by stretching as a team.

Years ago when I was a teenager, one day I noticed symptoms of a cavity in one of my back teeth. Since my childhood I’ve been familiar with Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, and I decided to treat the tooth condition through Christian Science.

At a Wednesday evening meeting at church last year, I decided to give a testimony about a most extraordinary story. A few months earlier, my son, David, had told me about a young freelance journalist who worked for him and had been captured by the Libyan military.

When I was taking Christian Science Primary class instruction, the teacher gave us the assignment to forgive absolutely everyone in our lives who needed forgiveness. This seemed a daunting task to me, so I procrastinated.

My wife and I had taken our small, young family, consisting of a kindergartner and a second grader, to The Hague, Netherlands, for a year, as I was on assignment as an exchange teacher. One day, the school nurse and the principal appeared at my classroom door and motioned for me to approach.