I wish to express my gratitude for a healing in Christian Science which marks one of the milestones in my spiritual progress. It occurred some years after I had an attack, and without warning I began losing consciousness.
When I repeated statements of truth, the condition was met for the moment, but my fear of repetition of the attack persisted; so I retired to my bedroom, and a Christian Science practitioner in another city was called. For some days I struggled with the belief that I was separated from God. I felt I had to go someplace, I knew not where, but some place beyond this material realm, to find God. Fear was prevalent. I talked by telephone many times a day with the practitioner who stood by faithfully, always available, always positive in her thinking. However, I had admitted into my thinking the suggestion that I was going to die to find God; and as much as I did not want to die, I felt there just was not anything anybody could do about it.
The climax came one Sunday night two weeks after the initial attack. My husband and daughter had been reading the weekly Christian Science Quarterly Lesson-Sermon aloud to me when again I began to lose consciousness. Again the practitioner was called, and because of my condition it was necessary that our daughter hold the receiver to my ear. I was told to remember just three words: "God is All." This I did to the best of my ability. I then asked the practitioner if she believed what she was telling me—that God never fails, that Christian Science is the truth. She immediately declared in the affirmative and quoted from Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy part of the definition of "Elias," which reads (p. 585), "Christian Science, with which can be discerned the spiritual fact of whatever the material senses behold."
It seemed as if I were sitting on a fence, seeing the mortal body lying on a bed, but being no part of it. I told the practitioner that I felt I was going on, that I had no feeling in my legs, and that I found it very difficult to breathe. She contradicted every error vehemently, stating, "But you do breathe—in God you live, move, and breathe!" I still seemed to be passing on, when she shouted into the telephone: "Where do you think you are going? God is here!"
With that positive statement I suddenly realized: "How wonderful! I don't have to go anyplace to find God; He is here." I got off the mental fence. It seemed right to get up; and when my husband started to assist me, I found I needed no such help. The mesmerism had been completely broken. When our daughter picked up the telephone and told the practitioner of the sudden change, she said: "Fine! Tell her to walk straight and upright, and not like a drooping petunia!" I am grateful to have been doing so since that time.
Helpful too in this experience was the thought expressed to me by a teacher of Christian Science, "Remember, the you that is really you has nothing wrong with it."
I am very grateful to the dedicated practitioner who refused to let go and stood by, rebuking every phase of error until it was stamped out. According to the telephone company records, that long-distance conversation lasted one hour and five minutes. One hour of holding steadfastly to the truth of being had set me free to learn something of eternity and the real meaning of Life.
I am grateful too for the loving support of my husband and family during this period. To God, I am grateful for Christian Science, which shows us the Way and which enabled me to understand that never again need I fear that I could be where God is not. I am learning something of what the Master, Christ Jesus, meant when he said, "I and my Father are one" (John 10:30).— La Jolla, California.
