Testimonies of Healing
IN 1999, I began my first year at the University of Calabar in Nigeria. At that time cult practices were common in Nigerian universities, and the school I attended had the highest number of students who were involved in a variety of these cults.
Due to the sensitive nature of the following testimony, the author's name has been withheld. DESPERATE STRAITS.
AS A COLLEGE STUDENT, I traveled to Kenya for a study-abroad program that took me and about 20 other students to some of the most beautiful game parks in the world. Afterward, a friend and I set out on our own to meet the extraordinary African people themselves.
ON THE SURFACE, everything seemed perfect: I had a lovely family and a beautiful home. But rather than feeling buoyant and productive and grateful, I felt sluggish and uninspired and generally unhappy with my life.
ONE WINTER SEVERAL YEARS ago, my children were competing in a ski race in Vermont. When my husband and I were having a conversation at the car, he made a hurtful comment to me—one that underscored my recent feelings of insecurity about my marriage.
EARLY IN 2006, an open sore appeared on my forehead. I covered it with an adhesive bandage, but over the period of a couple of months, the sore continued to grow larger and became inflamed.
ONE SUMMER EVENING I was out riding my bicycle with my husband when my front tire got stuck in a crevice in the road, and I was thrown quite forcefully onto the street. My husband tried to help me up, but I wasn't able to move one of my legs.
THIS PAST JULY, I set off to climb the highest mountain in Africa, Mt. Kilimanjaro, with three friends.
A FEW YEARS AGO I was involved in an accident and injured my back after falling to the ground from a height of about ten feet. I could walk, but there was constant pain in my lower back.
I BEGAN TO STUDY Christian Science after my younger sister, Giselle, was healed of multiple sclerosis when she was in college in the United States (see Christian Science Sentinel, October 11, 2004, p. 18).