Let me tell you what it is like to grow up in a family of practicing Christian Scientists who are devoted to recognizing God as omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent Life, Love, Mind, and to demonstrating daily that this recognition heals.
I can't give you names of diseases of which I was healed, but I remember being completely protected as a child after falling out of moving cars twice; after accidentally setting my mask on fire at Halloween; and after landing hard on my seat while roller-skating. (I sat for a few minutes declaring "the scientific statement of being" from Science and Health [see p. 468]—which as children was our first line of defense—before starting to skate again.) The incident didn't trouble me again until many years later when the doctor delivering our first child asked why I didn't tell him I had broken my tailbone. I then remembered the skating incident and, because I gave the injury a time and cause, only then did I have any trouble with the said tailbone. As soon as I realized that what I had accepted could not be true about God's man, and corrected it with what is true about me, the discomfort vanished.
Six to eight years ago for a period of several weeks I was uncomfortable and unable to eat. My family of Christian Scientists, of which I am now in the grandparent chair, supported me as I prayed to recognize once again God's presence and power right where the belief of being a vulnerable, aging mortal claimed to be. The only measure of the seriousness of the problem I can give you is that I was unable to attend church during this period. Many healings I have had brought clear insights into my relation to God. This healing came with simple persistence in striving to learn more of God until the disability faded into nothingness and I felt good again.
