I was raised in a family of Christian Scientists. My grandparents on both sides of the family were Christian Scientists as well. Among all of us, we’ve had healings of broken bones, poison ivy, sun poisoning, lumps and bumps, depression, and more. I’ve been so grateful to witness and/or experience many of these healings. If I ever have even the slightest doubt about the efficacy of Christian Science, I remind myself of them (and the general freedom from illness I had growing up) and I think, How could I ever doubt the healing power of Truth?
About five years ago, I had a healing that became foundational to my practice of Christian Science. One summer day I was alarmed by abnormal bleeding. My initial inclination was to be afraid that something harmful was happening in my body. However, I had recently completed Primary class instruction in Christian Science and knew exactly what I needed to do—I knew how to treat myself with Christian Science. I was able to become calm by affirming the presence of the one divine Mind that supplied me with all the grace and intelligence I needed to handle this issue through prayer. I also called my mother, who is a Christian Scientist, and asked her to pray for me.
Not long after calling her and telling her what I was struggling with, I began to pass out. I seemed to have no control over my body, which was convulsing. But with what awareness I did have, I knew what to do. My father had recently had an experience where he’d fallen headfirst off of a roof but was able to get up completely unscathed. When I asked him what had happened between the moment he fell off the roof and when he landed, he said he’d had enough time to reach out to God. I had wondered how someone could reach out to God in such a short amount of time, but now, lying on the floor, I too was able to reach out to God. For an instant, I was deeply conscious of the allness of God.
