Several years ago, after conducting the Sunday service as substitute First Reader at my branch Church of Christ, Scientist, I tripped going down the steps from the Readers’ platform, slamming my head and side against a wall and landing hard on the floor.
Immediately, I mentally said, “No!” remembering that accidents are unknown to God and His children. And I was grateful for the metaphysical support of the Second Reader. I knew we were both keeping our thoughts on the truth that I am a spiritual, unfallen expression of God, and not on the picture of injury that the material senses were presenting.
I was dazed and in pain and so I sat quietly praying. Soon I felt clearheaded enough to walk to my car unassisted and drive home.
