A FEW YEARS AGO I was visiting a friend in Chicago, while en route to Texas to return to my job as a third grade teacher. What started with symptoms that left me feeling weak and dizzy, quickly turned into acute pain. I immediately called a Christian Science practitioner for prayerful support. Meanwhile my friend, who was a Christian Scientist, prayed, too. I had never experienced pain like this, and I have been hit by a car and endured multiple broken bones — all of which have been healed through Christian Science.
It became difficult to breathe, and within an hour I thought, "This is it, I am going to pass on." I called the practitioner back, explaining that I didn't need to know what "this" was, but what I did know was that we needed to continue praying. He reassured me that the Comforter was right there with me, and told me to hold on to the idea that God is my life. My friend began to read the 23rd Psalm to me, and when he got to "He restoreth my soul," I was sure that Love was taking care of my every need — and restoring my soul.
Through my friend, arrangements were made for me to go to a Christian Science nursing facility outside of Chicago. Doubt and fear immediately set in: "You don't have that kind of time," was the suggestion. But I knew even then that all mortal mind can ever do is suggest — it has no other power or might. There was a moment, while I was sitting in a chair waiting for the Christian Science nurse to pick me up, that I felt I was passing on. But I made the decision right then and there that I could see this healing to fruition. At that point, the suffering subsided. I was, however, still drifting in and out of consciousness.
