Testimony of Healing June 17, 2019 Issue

Finding Christian Science—and healing

Gertrude Ejimadu

My growing-up years were a very sad experience. My mother, who was the last of my father’s five wives, had four children. She died when I was six years old, and our father died when I was twelve, so my half brothers and sisters had to take care of me. This was not easy, because when I was in primary four (second grade), a strange sickness struck me, leading to paralysis on the left side of my body. In the hospital, the doctors could not help me. At home, the native doctors and herbalists could not help, either. My lot was to cry and sing to God, who I prayed would help me.

Several years later, I started worshiping with a denomination that believes that visions and dreams help connect us to God, and that we are healed by the prayers of the church’s prophets. I was healed of the paralysis—miraculously, I thought—so I remained with this church. I devoted my time to reading the Igbo Bible.

I also had to contend with another problem: My menstrual flow had virtually stopped. For several years it came only once a year. The gossip was that no man would marry me since it was not likely that I would have children. Again, doctors in the hospital and native doctors/herbalists could not heal me. After examining me, a medical director told me I would not give birth to a child. I cried as much as I could and then resigned myself to the problem.

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