Unhappy Because Of A Severe Case Of the flu, I stumbled down the stairs to the telephone.
At my request, my wife had called a Christian Scientist two hundred miles away to pray for me and give me Christian Science treatment. This person scarcely said a thing to me except for words of comfort about my falling only under the influence of God, divine Spirit, and not under the influence of something like the flu.
I hung up the phone, climbed back to the bedroom, lay down on the bed—and found myself completely healed. So much so that in two hours I enjoyed a fried-fish meal with guests.
