I prayed for healing. To some that might sound a bit crazy. My husband certainly seemed to think so. “Pray to get your voice back?” he asked as I sat with my Bible open to Isaiah’s promise: “Be strong, and do not fear, for your God is coming to destroy your enemies. He is coming to save you. And when he comes…those who cannot speak will sing for joy.” (Isaiah 35 New Living Translation)
“Here, drink water.” My husband said. “It will help.”
Now I will admit something. I got mad. Not that I could say anything to him about it. But I didn’t appreciate what felt to me like a lack of support for my desire to apply what I was learning about God and healing prayer.
Then the sweetest thought interrupted my mental tirade, “But he loves you. He hears the same Christ (which I understand to be the truth about God and his spiritual man) that you do. He is just hearing it in a different language. So translate what is coming as a solution to him into your own language.”
I thought about water. Surely a material substance coming into contact with my throat – as if throats are the source of sound – wasn’t going to do much for me. What is water metaphysically? In her Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, Christian Scientist Mary Baker Eddy explains, “In metaphor, the dry land illustrates the absolute formations instituted by Mind, while water symbolizes the elements of Mind.” (507) I thought, The divine Mind that is God has formed me to speak His Word. Every element of truth that I express is sourced in God and cares for me as I care for others. I saw that my husband was right. I needed to bathe myself in the elements of Mind, God, that constitute and maintain my true being.
Within moments of these considerations in prayer, my voice reappeared in the form of a faint, breathy whisper. My husband returned to the living room. He saw me making some notes and looked concerned. “Stop working so hard. If you want your voice back by this afternoon, you need to rest.”
Now I hate to say it, but I got a little angry again. Here I was making good progress, and now he tells me to stop and nap? Then I thought, Wait a minute. He loves you. Again, different language, but it is the same Christ speaking to him as to you. Translate it into the language you understand.
OK, rest. What kind of rest? In her Rudimental Divine Science, Mrs. Eddy wrote, “Christian Science erases from the minds of invalids their mistaken belief that they live in or because of matter, or that a so-called material organism controls the health or existence of mankind, and induces rest in God, divine Love, as caring for all the conditions requisite for the well-being of man.” (12)
I understood that a mistaken belief, not a condition of matter - the erroneous belief my capacity to speak was material and that my voice could be strained or wear-out - was being erased from my mind through the recognition of the one and only Mind and substance that is God. Mind is my inexhaustible Source and I am the perpetual expression of the substance of unlimited Mind. Gaining such an understanding wasn’t work. This understanding was doing the work for me. My job was simply to align with the truth of God and me, and rest in divine Love’s ability to care for me in all ways and circumstances.
This time, before a reaction could well up, I caught it. He loves you. And so far everything he has told you has been right on target. What is the Christ telling him? Translate it into your language. Don’t talk… Don’t talk… Don't talk... SING!
This Sunday morning I had decided that I would stay home from church because I had to heal this case before the lecture. In the semblance of being responsible, I neglected to consider the value of worship when seeking healing. But now I really wanted to go to church and sing the hymns with the congregation. Although I would be late, I hurried to get to church. In the car, I rasped out some hymns. I am glad I did, because when I arrived, the first hymn had already finished.
It was a holy service. I felt so embraced by the Scriptural selection of the First Reader. Not only was his reading inspired, but he had a deep bass voice that was a pure pleasure to listen to. When we sang the second hymn, I could actually get the words out. The full lower register of my voice had been restored.
A soprano soloist, who I had never heard, sang for us. Her heavenly voice filled the upper reaches of the edifice with such reverence and praise. Manifesting perfect tone, cadence, expression, modulation, pitch, phrasing and rhythm, her voice glorified God.
The service was so complete. From the reader’s bass to the soloist’s soprano, nothing was missing in the full range of harmonious sound in that service. It struck me that the service symbolized my own completeness and that I too express the full range of God’s infinite goodness and harmony.
When I think of my dear husband and his effort to help, I am grateful. I learned about the Christ communicating with each one of us in our own language. Mrs. Eddy referred to the wine of Christ as “the inspiration of Love” (Science and Health, 35) and "understanding" (598) What my husband understood as an offering of water, with a little translation became to me that essential wine – the inspiration and understanding of God and of me as His expression - by which I could discern my real, uninterrupted existence as spiritual. And that healed me.