Close to twenty years ago my health was completely restored, thanks to Christian Science. Although the physical healing didn’t come quickly, I wouldn’t trade for anything the spiritual growth and regeneration I experienced, or the harmonizing effect it had on my marriage.
At first, although I was noticing subtle changes in my physical health, I was not alert to prayerfully handle the aggressive suggestions in television advertisements and voiced by friends about health problems often associated with women of my age and build. A couple of years went by while I experienced what seemed to be slow physical deterioration. I decided to purchase an exercise machine and join an exercise class thinking I might build muscle around my joints to alleviate the situation. However, within two weeks I was completely incapacitated and had to give up my work and volunteer activities. My legs immovable, I was confined to my bed and a wheelchair.
While I had been praying on and off for myself for several months, I hadn’t recognized the necessity of calling a Christian Science practitioner for metaphysical treatment until this point. Then I realized my mistake: I’d been working at cross-purposes, using exercise for healing, and it was keeping me from putting my full faith in the solely spiritual method of healing I had successfully relied on all of my life—Christian Science. I want to say that exercise as a joyous expression of our God-given freedom is wonderful, but in my case I was using it to fix matter.