For several years I had attended the Sunday School of an informal group of Christian Scientists near my home and had been very happy there. Then there came a day when mortal mind claimed most insistently that I was ill. My father asked me if he should fetch a practitioner; I agreed, and though it was late at night, she came.
Although I did not know her very well, in the days that followed I willingly entrusted my life to her understanding of God. In accordance with the law, for I was then seventeen years old, a doctor was called, and on the third day he suggested that I be moved to a hospital for observation. No fear was present in the thoughts of any of us, and I felt no more pain. During the week that followed in the hospital I felt no need for the physical presence of the practitioner. I repeated over and over to myself these words from a hymn (Christian Science Hymnal, No. 269):
Our God is Love, unchanging Love,
And can we ask for more?
