I had been elected First Reader in a branch Church of Christ, Scientist, and was completing the last few months of this happy three-year term when I had the following healing.
One afternoon I felt a stricture in the throat, accompanied by weakness. I excused myself and went to my room to pray, applying the spiritual truths that had been read in church just a few hours before. My initial approach was to deny that anything could obscure God's presence and His harmonious being. Accompanying this thought was a feeling of eagerness that I could meet this challenge head-on and destroy its lying claims. This was my opportunity to prove my understanding of Truth. It was to be my demonstration. That evening when the call to dinner came, the problem still persisted. Unable to swallow, I excused myself and went back to my room to pray.
The next few days saw no improvement in my ability to swallow or a return of strength. I was troubled with severe coughing at intermittent periods. But not once during this time was I discouraged. I had been brought up in a family of Christian Scientists, had attended Sunday School, for the past few years had devoted earnest study to the subject, and had had class instruction. Two things were certain: Truth heals, and my job as First Reader was a God-inspired task. My prayerful preparation for the Wednesday evening testimony meeting was maintained with one thought uppermost, namely, that it was Mind's message to the congregation and I could only express the perfection of this all-inclusive Mind. Wednesday evening I read with no evidence of physical disability, and the testimonies that followed were uplifting.
