Several years ago I began experiencing severe chest pains on occasion during the night. I was fearful I might pass on, so each time this happened I rose from bed and paced the floor, praying. I declared silently and then aloud every spiritual truth that came to thought. I declared that I was not afraid and that the victory over the mortal claim of sickness had already been won by Christ Jesus. He had already proved to the world God’s omnipotence—the supremacy of Spirit over matter—through his resurrection from the grave. Knowing that God is Spirit and that His creation is entirely spiritual, Jesus met every claim of the carnal mind as its master. As a faithful follower, so could I.
“I and my Father are one,” Jesus said (John 10:30), establishing the demonstrable truth of man’s oneness with God as His reflection, or image and likeness. I had full faith that man is the perfect, immortal likeness of the Divine. I was certain of God’s omnipotence. I rejoiced that God was imparting to me the spiritual understanding of His unchanging goodness and my identity as the forever spiritual reflection of the infinite. And I persisted in my prayers.
At times this was a struggle amid the clamor of the material senses insisting on the reality of pain, but I felt supported and strengthened by a host of angel-messages from God. I felt divine Love’s embrace.