A few years after my wife and I were married, we bought an old remodeled farmhouse. The weeds, mostly goldenrod and ragweed, grew right up to the front door. Vast fields stretched on all sides of the house. Hay fever and asthma symptoms struck me hard. Days, I sneezed. At night, I could hardly breathe.
We were newcomers to Christian Science. My wife, as a high school librarian, had introduced me to The Christian Science Monitor. We enjoyed the whole paper, and especially the religious article, but it was several years before we purchased the textbook, Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy, and began visiting our branch church.
The fourth spring in our new home found me fearfully dreading the arrival of another summer, the haying season, the goldenrod season. I had reached the dismal low point where I could not even mow the lawn without the use of a face mask. And even with the mask, a choice always had to be made: should I cut the grass and give up two nights sleep, or more; or should I try to sleep and let the grass grow?
