My story about the blessing of Mother Church membership involves an unlikely place—a hospital emergency room.
Playing second base in a Men’s Senior Baseball League game, I received a deep gash one day from a spike on a double play. Given the large amount of bleeding and the league’s insurance policy, it seemed best to get the wound cleaned and patched up at a nearby hospital.
On the way (I was able to drive) I prayed for myself, which is what I normally do in these types of situations. I asserted that my true being was spiritual, not material, and that I existed in God, where no accident had ever occurred. I knew that all physical evidence to the contrary was just the suggestion of the carnal mind that I possessed a material body and was therefore vulnerable to injury.
