AFTER A DILIGENT SEARCH and much prayer, last September I finally found my home in the Big Apple—New York City. I was elated! It was economical, bright, and well-located, with a fabulous panoramic view of rooftops and buildings facing Central Park. The owner and landlord of the condominium happened to live next door. She's Taiwanese, and when we first met, we hit it off right away. During my initial interview with her, she learned that I was a Christian Science practitioner, or spiritual healer. She told me that she was a Christian and explained how she'd found Christianity, and then asked me what healings I'd had. I told her that I'd worn glasses for nearsightedness since I was fifteen, and that I'd recently passed the vision test without them to renew my license. She seemed deeply impressed.
Jiing, my new landlord, couldn't have been more helpful when I moved in rather quickly. She was very taken by the whole concept of spiritual healing, and she began coming to see me almost immediately. She wanted to pray together and talk about God and Jesus and spiritual healing. She had wonderful questions and we discussed her relationship to God in depth. I gave her some Christian Science literature, and eventually a copy of Science and Health.
One day there was a knock on my door and it was Jiing. She was very excited and asked if I'd please pray for her sister right away. She explained that her sister, who was visiting her, had just had the compact (metal) garbage-chute door slam on her hand, and that the situation seemed quite serious. I immediately went next door and met her sister, Jobie. She was quiet and lovely, and didn't say a lot, except that she'd cleaned the wound. We all sat down, and I told her how happy I was to be there, and to meet and to pray with them. We began talking about God and what He does. I told her how very deeply God loved her, and assured her that divine Mind was right there with her, giving her all the love and reassurance she needed.
