A healing I had changed the way I approach my practice of Christian Science.
As a child I had received the protection that the prayers of my parents and Sunday School teachers brought. I had never had an instantaneous healing, though, and unwittingly I had come to accept progressive, but sometimes slow, recovery, believing that physical healing resulted from the gradual elimination of false beliefs from consciousness. Consequently, I had also harboured the subtle illusion that evil is a "something" which must be healed, rather than a false thought or belief which must be destroyed.
Certainly I had had many healings. The correct spiritual thought or inspiration could, I had found, nip in the bud the first signs of illness. But if the beginning symptoms took hold, it was then that I began to fear and doubt that I could avoid having something run its course.
