As a beginning metaphysician, while working my way through school at St. Vincent's Medical Center, I had a very important lesson which, I'm embarrassed to admit, took awhile to sink in and really make an impression.
I had developed a habit of spending the last 1/2 of my lunch break in the hospital chapel. One day, without any previous consideration, I decided to skip lunch and spend the entire time in meditation. When I returned to my office, which was normally very busy at that time, I found it completely empty and the phone was ringing. It was the cafeteria down the hall, asking if I would send someone down with a wheelchair, as they needed to take someone up to Admitting. Since I was alone, I took the chair myself. When I arrived, I found a group of disturbed people surrounding a crying woman who had fallen to the floor. As I approached I could see great distress in her eyes as the left side of her face was appearing to melt, giving all the indications of a stroke. I hurried to lift her onto the chair and take her upstairs so she could be admitted for treatment. What I noticed as I did so was a very detached sense of Peace. As a budding metaphysician, I tried to think of "something spiritual," but absolutely nothing came to mind. everyone seemed to be off in a distance somehow, and I was completely undisturbed by the anxious conversations of her friends and her crying. It was as if we were wrapped in a cocoon of calm. When we arrived at Admitting, I noticed she had calmed considerably, and when we went to assist her onto the waiting bed, we discovered that she was fine, with no trace of her earlier distress. She had a confused look on her face as if to say, 'Why am I here?'
One day I was in the kitchen watching my mother cook. My dad was in the other room. Suddenly, my mother spilled a pot of hot boiling water on her arm from the wrist to the elbow. She began to shout in agony, but mostly cry because of the pain. When my dad heard her, he ran into the kitchen to see what happened. I told him. Then my dad, being a faithful man, delicately held my mom's arm in the palm of his hand and began to pray out loud. He put his hand over the burned area as if to lift that area up to God. Quickly my mom stopped crying and it was all over. My dad asked if she felt better and she said she did. After my dad left the room again, I asked my mom what happened and she said she "felt a coolness come over her arm." That coolness took the burned wound away and restored my mom's arm. This is my testimony of how God healed my mom because of my dad's faithfulness.
Sixteen years ago I was diagnosed with two herniated disks in my lower back. After six weeks of daily physical therapy I was told that an additional six months of therapy would be required before I would be able to sit and that it might be a year before I could expect to resume all normal activities. Leaving the therapist's office I made a decision to discard the doctor's version of my condition and instead see whether I could apply what I'd been taught in church to this situation. The message that Christian Science asked me to accept on faith was that man was created by and is the reflection of a perfect whole being. By the end of the day I had accepted this premise and found myself waiting for my body to adjust itself to this new belief. A little after 7:30 p.m. it dawned on me that if the premise were actually true then my back would already have been "made whole." At the same instant that I understood my role to be to recognize the change rather than to wait for it the pain in my back was gone. Tests performed the following day by my physical therapist and later in the week by my physician confirmed that the disks were no longer damaged.
I've been studying Christian Science for the last three months. A month into my studies, I had a tooth extraction. I was given a pain killer for use after oral surgery. I've had a lot of pain in the past following oral surgery. This time, there wasn't any pain whatsoever. I flushed the pain killer down the toilet. Soon after the thought came to me, urging me to dispose of the rest of the psychotherapy medications I had on hand. I acted on this prompting and proceeded to dispose of them. These medications were prescribed to me for Bipolar Disorder as well as Attention Deficit Disorder. I went to see my Psychiatrist and told him of my healing. I spoke to him of my discovery of Christian Science and gave him a copy of "Science and Health" which he graciously accepted. He realeased me and wished me well. Also, three years ago I was diagnosed with a degenerative disk which in turn caused Sciatica pain. This condition has been healed and I no longer experience any pain in my back or my leg. I'm truly grateful for Mrs. Eddy's teaching of Divine Science.
After a very long period of financial distress, with the dedicated help of a most excellent practitioner, I have been able to relocate from Georgia to Wisconsin. With a process of re-education and thought refinement, each need has been met from there to here. I was in Baton Rouge, Louisiana when hurricane Rita hit & suffered no damages. I was on the road from there to Wisconsin during the gasoline shortages, but was always supplied. Upon arrival, I had no place to go, no money for rent, but was provided with a landlord who waived his usual deposit & 2 months rent. I had no job, but was employed within 2 weeks of my arrival. God has seen to every human need & continues to do so. With great encouragement from my practitioner and full dependence upon Divine Love, my experience was blessed with everything needed. I am so very grateful for Christian Science, the one way; for Mrs. Eddy, our dear leader; for Christ Jesus, our eternal master; and for the dedicated, gracious practitioner who continues to be of so much help to me.