I grew up in Christian Science and joined The Mother Church when I was 12. A few years later, when I was a university student, I was backpacking in Greece and was in Athens on a Sunday. I’d been feeling quite sick for a few days, and though I’d been praying, I felt rather isolated in a foreign country, which felt very far from my home in England. I had my Christian Science Journal with me, and so I looked up the address of the Christian Science church in Athens. It was some distance from where I was staying, and as I was using the local buses, I got to the Sunday morning service very early.
The Greek language service, which they held directly before the English one, was still going on when I arrived, but the members kindly invited me to join them. I sat down in my seat, very tired and weak, but just so grateful that this branch of The Mother Church existed, even though at that point I couldn’t understand anything of what was being said. But I did have a real sense of God’s presence, powerfully and lovingly communicating healthful, spiritual ideas to my thought.
During the time I sat there for both services, I was completely healed. I got up at the end feeling strong and well, and I enjoyed a further two weeks seeing more of that beautiful country.
