In the post "Don't be afraid of the questions" (Feb. 28, 2012), I mentioned my daughter's healing through prayer of a dislocated leg. I thought I'd fill in the blanks a bit on what happened. Before her problem arose, I was praying to be healed of sciatica which had flared up, making sitting and walking difficult. But when she dislocated her leg I forgot all about my problem and turned all attention to helping her.
At first she was alarmed by what was happening, but my calm quickly calmed her. She didn't seem to be in pain unless she moved. So I asked her to sit still on the sofa and watch cartoons while I prayed for her.
Within a few minutes, our family cat came in to where I was praying and begged for my attention. She was dragging one leg behind her, laid herself down in front of me and looked up with pleading eyes, appearing to ask for help.
This was too much. First of all, this cat never much cared for my attention. Secondly, I couldn't remember her ever injuring herself before. It was simply unbelievable to me that all three of us could be laid up with leg problems at the same time. It seemed so preposterous, in fact, that I began to laugh.
Within moments my daughter hollered for me. She said she had heard a sound and then her leg was able to move again. Upon checking, I saw that her leg had properly readjusted to its normal position and that she was perfectly fine. When I returned to the room where I had been praying, the cat took one look at me, got up, and walked out on four feet, perfectly well, without limping in the least.
And as I sat down in my chair, I realized that I, too, had been healed. Sciatica had been a problem for me, off and on, for years. But that was the last of it.
What happened? There is a simple statement in Science and Health that I believe sheds some light. Mary Baker Eddy wrote, "Disbelief in error destroys error, and leads to the discernment of Truth." (346:15-17)
I can't say for sure what my prayer was exactly. This occurred over twenty years ago and the details of my thought process have faded. But what I remember for certain is my total disbelief that I, my daughter and my cat could all be suffering in the same way at the same time!
And I remember that I laughed.
Perhaps the experience - remarkable as it was - needs no more explanation than that.
I have practiced Christian Science professionally in
some form since 1979.
But my journey with
Christian Science started
in a Sunday school
where as a young child
I was taught the Scriptures and some simple basics
of Jesus' method of
scientific Christian healing.
A significant experience
at the age of twelve
opened my eyes to
the great potential
of this practice.
After impaling my foot
on a nail,
I prayed the way I had learned
in Sunday school.
the pain stopped
and healing began.
By the next morning the wound had disappeared completely.
the great potential
of Christian Science,
there would be no