On a summer vacation, I was feeling especially proud and assured as my motorcycle galloped the sinuous blacktop in the hills of Northern California. I put the bike on cruise control, and was feeling invincible and on top of the world.
At this point, however, I approached a curve that was strewn with gravel, and I was going so fast that I lost control of my motorcycle. It slipped from under me, and I sailed on my back across the blacktop, over the curb, and under the guardrail into an abyss.
But as I was falling in that moment of total helplessness, my affection for God grew in spontaneous immensity. I was repeating a simple prayer I had learned from my study of Christian Science: God, good, guards, guides, and governs. This natural reflex to pray propelled me to safety.
I splashed feet-first into a river pool with an awakened faith in a loving God from whom separation is impossible.
Aside from the shock and astonishment, I swam to the bank intact, realizing that not only did I need God, there was no way I could ever be apart from Him as His reflection. The study of the Bible in the light of Christian Science shows that we are spiritual, made in the image and likeness of the one all-loving, all-caring creator (see Genesis 1:26). This means that we are not material, but innately spiritual: complete and perfect, healthy and whole, dwelling in infinite abundance and perpetual bliss.
Mary Baker Eddy, the Discoverer and Founder of Christian Science, writes in the textbook, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, on page 322: “The sharp experiences of belief in the supposititious life of matter, as well as our disappointments and ceaseless woes, turn us like tired children to the arms of divine Love.”
Walking up the trail back to my bike that summer day, I humbly thanked God for my life. And I couldn’t help but laugh at the fragility of the human ego as I thought of a decent burial for my motorcycle.
Another surprise that warranted an expression of gratitude to the all-loving, all-protecting God greeted me when I realized that my motorcycle was actually intact and the contents of my saddlebags—which had been scattered during the crash—had been collected by friendly motorists, who were now returning them to me with congratulations for my safety.
I was speechless. I couldn’t say anything to anyone. All I could do was get on my bike and continue with my newfound soliloquy: God, good, guards, guides, and governs.
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