I am deeply grateful for a recent healing in Christian Science. For many years I had carried on my back a worrisome burden in the form of an unseemly and unnatural growth. However, since it involved no pain, I tolerated it. More than tolerated, I nourished the error by giving it substance, size, shape—in essence, reality. On those occasions when others seemed aware of it, their solicitous expressions of dismay, prognosis, and medical advice compounded the error in my own thought, although I never resorted to medical diagnosis.
One time I had been working very hard for several months as a member of the steering committee involved in organizing a Christian Science Regional Youth Conference. It was during the final meeting of this committee that I became aware of a change in the lump on my back. It became uncomfortable.
Thus began the period of trial. On the one hand, error, in its now alarming manifestation, would suggest the dire portents of such a change. On the other, I felt a sweet sense of joy, recognizing this as a great opportunity. I knew that I would take my stand in Christian Science, and that God alone would be the physician in this case.
