Christian Science has been my only physician for more than twenty years. Many blessings have come to me during that time, but I shall relate a healing which occurred a few years ago, and which has proved to be one of the milestones of my life.
I was taken home one day after a fall on the ice which fractured my wrist. Immediately I telephoned to a practitioner and requested treatment; but the practitioner first asked if I desired to have surgical attention or if I wished to trust my wrist entirely to God. After a few moments' thought I said I would trust God, and earnest cooperation was lovingly promised. The pain ceased after a few hours; and on the second day, while quietly resting with my injured arm stretched out on a pillow, I distinctly felt two twitches in the wrist. That same day the distortion in the wrist disappeared, and I realized that the fracture had been reduced by spiritual means alone. Two days later I returned to the office in which I was employed.
Then came the testing time. Well-meaning friends remonstrated with me because I had not had surgical care; but with the help of the faithful practitioner I clung to the truth as best I could. However, at the end of a month my wrist appeared little improved. One day, after hearing a particularly earnest protest against the course I was pursuing, I telephoned to the practitioner. The only thing I remember her saying was, "You must be grateful." The next moment the telephone connection was broken off in some way and I was left with a feeling that I had nowhere to turn but to God. Upon examining my thought I found hardly a spark of gratitude, but plenty of fear, impatience, and confusion. Then and there I resolved that I would rely on God as I never had before, and that if there was anything in my thought which was preventing my healing it would have to come out.
