Testimony of Healing September 26, 1970 Issue

Having been a student of Christian Science all my life, I learned...

William G. Nuckels

Having been a student of Christian Science all my life, I learned at an early age that we are never alone. One evening I was awakened with a burning sensation and watering in my eyes. As I tried to get up, the fear was so heavy that it was hard for me to rise. When I turned the light on, I saw no light. Then I realized that I was blind. This increased my fear to a panic state. I wanted to feel some human contact, but the telephone was at the end of the winding stairway. In my panic I felt around for the door. My understanding of Christian Science started to work. Jesus said (Matt. 6:6), "When thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly."

In Science and Health Mrs. Eddy says (p. 15), "The closet typifies the sanctuary of Spirit, the door of which shuts out sinful sense but lets in Truth, Life, and Love." She continues further on the same page: "In order to pray aright, we must enter into the closet and shut the door. We must close the lips and silence the material senses." To shut the door—"to silence the material senses" —was the hardest thing I had to do, but when I did, angel thoughts, inspiration from God, flooded my consciousness with Psalm 27, verse 1: "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?" With this angel thought the fear completely left me.

Then I lay down and prayed as still other angel messages kept flooding my consciousness with the truths of my spiritual estate as an heir of God. The truths came from past articles I had read in Christian Science periodicals, from the weekly Bible Lessons in the Christian Science Quarterly read at our church services, and also from Christian Science lectures I had heard, portions of which I now remembered. This went on for some time. At seven thirty that morning I heard the half hour strike. At eight o'clock I was able to see the hands on the clock as it struck eight. By quarter past eight everything was clear. As I came down the stairs, my tears were not only the tears of joy for overthrowing fear, or of joy that I could see again, but of joy in the knowledge of the nearness and the presence of God.

Send a comment to the editors

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit

Having been a student of Christian Science all my life, I learned...

We'd love to hear from you!

Sign up for unlimited access