About eleven years ago I was employed as a secretary in an...

About eleven years ago I was employed as a secretary in an office. A severe skin irritation developed on my left hand. Since I am a secretary and my hands are constantly in view, I was quite embarrassed. I had treatment from a Christian Science practitioner, but I apparently was so busy making a reality of the condition that I wasn't responding to her good work. I would go to her office and cry because I was so miserable.

Then one Sunday in church as the First Reader read from I John, third chapter (verse 2), "Beloved, now are we the sons of God" (as I had heard it read for thirty years), I suddenly realized that this applied to man, to my own true selfhood, that man is the son of God right now. And if this is true, how could I possibly be manifesting anything so unlike Him? It wasn't more than a few days before my hands were white and normal again.

October 7, 1967
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