In Early 2001, my company needed a new manager for the office where I worked. I had managed offices before and thought that I would be a good candidate. I interviewed for the job, but was greatly disappointed to learn that someone else had been given the position. I'd worked for this individual a few years earlier, and really didn't like him When he became manager, I did my best to be cooperative, but soon found I was going out of my way to avoid him. At home, I complained about my boss to my wife. I was surprised and disappointed by my own negativity, but my resentment felt overwhelming.
One morning before work, I was in the middle of another of my rants about how much I disliked this man. I had gone upstairs to finish getting ready when I suddenly found myself lying on the bed with what felt like a heart attack.
Since I've relied on Christian Science for healing most of my life, it was natural for me to turn to prayer. I was able to reach the phone and call a Christian Science practitioner. He assured me that I was embraced in God's love, and that the Christ was there to save me. He reminded me that the Christ is, as it says in Science and Health, "the true idea voicing good, the divine message from God to men speaking to the human consciousness" (p. 332). The promise of this passage for me was that the Christ communicates with each of us directly, and the practitioner encouraged me to let Christ speak to me—and to my boss. The Christ would manage the relationship and do the communicating exactly as it needed to be done.
