I am deeply grateful that my great-grandmother, around a hundred years ago, was introduced to Christian Science, recognized its practicality in everyday life, and took it for her own. Six generations of my family have benefited, and are benefiting, from that decision.
I was already
God's unblemished,
obedient
reflection.
About a year and a half ago, I noticed a small bump on my shoulder. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when it didn't go away I became mildly concerned about it. Then one day my husband noticed it and, pointing to it, said, "Shouldn't you be doing something about that?" Since he is not a Christian Scientist, I assumed he meant that I should be doing something medical about it. Not wishing to do that, I tried to ignore the whole subject.
