Article April 27, 1918 Issue

A Healing Experience

HARRIET O'BRIEN

The memory of my first visit to The Mother Church lingers in thought as a beautiful and healing experience, and its afterglow has been as gentle and radiant as the evening light. At the time of my first healing in Christian Science, when I was wonderfully restored to health, a desire was kindled to attend The Mother Church, but for some time the way did not seem to open. At length in the summer of 1910 the time seemed ripe for the long anticipated visit, though just then there were not sufficient funds on hand for such a journey. Very soon, however, there came an unexpected letter containing a check for money which rightfully belonged to me, and which was ample for the much desired visit. Mortal mind began at once to argue how many other things could be done with such a sum, but these arguments did not receive much of a hearing, and soon were silenced.

Preparations for the journey all worked together in a wonderful way when it was once decided upon. In order to arrive in Boston in time for the Sunday morning service it was necessary to leave on a certain train on Friday. It was then Thursday, and some said a berth must be engaged in advance; others said that this particular train was always late, sometimes even several hours; yet the berth was obtained on the train desired without difficulty, and when we arrived in Boston the attendant who assisted me as I was getting off said he did not recall when that train had been on time before.

As I started on this journey the psalmist's words, "Flee as a bird to your mountain," kept singing in my heart, and all the way expressions of good prevailed on every hand. As we were approaching Boston in the early hours of that glorious Sunday morning, while enjoying the view from the coach window, there suddenly burst into sight from the distance a large, round dome. The quick, inspiring response this view awakened left no room for doubt. It was The Mother Church! Its great white dome towering over the city and above the tree tops seemed to be extending an invitation with promise to a waiting world.

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