It was supposed to be one of those simple drives into town—to drop off a package for mailing, pick up a loaf of bread, leave a bag of gently used clothes in a donation box.
I’ve learned, however, as a student of Christian Science, that even these so-called mundane tasks are often opportunities to learn more about one’s relationship to God—more about the healing nature of divine Love. And this little errand run was no exception. Not in a big, dramatic way, but in a significant way.
Each errand was actually fun, and harmonious. The final one was the clothing drop-off. As I put my bag in the donation bin, the metal top of the box slipped and came down hard on the fingertips of one hand. It hurt a lot.
