One Saturday morning I drove...

Grace Constance Binmore

One Saturday morning I drove out of the garage and then locked the garage door. When I turned I saw the car rolling slowly down the lane towards the street. I ran to the car, opened the door, and reached for the emergency brake. The next thing I knew I was being held tightly against a telephone pole by the weight of the car, and I could not move. It looked like a critical situation. My body was half in the car, and my feet were on the ground. I was frightened, and I touched the horn. Then I realized that I did not want to rouse my mother, because the sight might frighten her.

A remarkable testimony that had appeared in the Sentinel came to my thought. It was given by a man who through reliance on God had made his escape from the fuel tank of a ship in which he had imprisoned himself while at work. The thought then came to me that one could find himself in no situation where God could not help him.

A man came from an apartment house. He said he had heard the horn and recognized it as a call for help. He rushed to a nearby gas station and returned with another man. The man from the station had a large jack which he intended to use to raise the car from the back. This did not appear to me to be the right thing to do, but I realized the man's desire to help; so I said nothing. In a few minutes I heard him say: "I can't use this. One of the bolts has fallen out. I will have to get another one." Just then another man drove up in a car, got out, and crossed to where we were. Under his direction the car was carefully moved for me to be released.

Suggestions were made that I be taken to the hospital or that I take the morning off from work. Something a Christian Science practitioner had once said to me about fear came to me. "Don't let it in," she had said. I knew then that I must give fear no power.

I sat in the car for a few minutes and then started for the office. On the way I found myself singing a hymn from the Christian Science Hymnal (No. 264) which begins, "Onward, Christian soldiers." I was arrested by the words,

Christ, the royal Master,
Leads against the foe;

and I held steadfastly to them. When I arrived at the office I learned that I was needed in another department. The work there gave me an opportunity to sit quietly. Had I been doing my usual work, I would have had to be very active.

Later that day I had to telephone for help from a more experienced worker in Christian Science, for there was evidence that I had been crushed, and I was suffering. Thanks to the help given me at that time, I was completely free by the following night. I am grateful for the testimony that came to me, directing my thought to God, and I am grateful that I am learning to turn to God in time of need. —(Miss) Grace Constance Binmore, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.

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