Testimony of Healing May 9, 1964 Issue

I am nine years old

Jamie Clay with contributions from H. Angela Clay

I am nine years old. I have been going to Sunday School since I was two.

Once at school last year we were building an igloo in the snow. I had a bit of a quarrel with a boy; and by mistake he hit my knee with a fork, and a prong went in quite deep. When I got home I could hardly walk, and I was very hot and miserable. In bed I remembered all the names for God which I had been learning in Sunday School. Mummy and Daddy knew they need not be frightened because God is my real Father and Mother and nothing can hurt His child. My brother and sister also prayed as they have learned to do in Sunday School.

In the morning I was cheerful and could walk and go to school, but my knee was stiff. I like the boy who hit me, and Daddy told me, "Don't feel cross with him, because you are both God's ideas and cannot hurt each other or disagree with each other." The boy knows a little bit about Christian Science. So by the evening I was better.

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