Some years ago my husband's aunt, a Christian Scientist, came to visit. Sunday morning she went to her own church. Our twelve-year-old son, Ross, given the option of attending our church or going to the Christian Science Sunday School with our relative, chose Sunday School. He was delighted with both the teacher and the teaching. Within a week his whole disposition had improved, and he continued to attend Sunday School regularly.
One afternoon he came home from school, saying he was ill and couldn't take his paper route. He went straight to bed, complaining of head and back pain, although he had seemed perfectly well when he left for school that morning. By now he had attended Sunday School for about a year; and when I asked him if he would like me to call a Christian Science practitioner to pray for him, he said yes.
The following morning Ross couldn't move his legs at all. I was terribly frightened. I asked him if he minded if I called a doctor. Seeing how scared I was, he agreed. I called a children's specialist, who came quickly. Following the examination he asked me to step into the hall. When I asked if the condition was polio he said no, and I sighed with relief until he added: "It's worse. We must get another doctor and take Ross to the hospital." This was done. An orthopedic specialist diagnosed the condition as osteomyelitis.
