Testimony of Healing January 22, 1972 Issue

"And a little child shall lead them" is a statement from the Bible...

Joyce H. Bock with contributions from Richard R. Bock

"And a little child shall lead them" is a statement from the Bible (Isa. 11:6) that certainly proved true in my experience. When I met my future husband thirteen years ago, I had never heard of Christian Science. After we were married, I attended church services regularly for about two years, but it wasn't until our son started Sunday School that I really became a student of Christian Science. I could see that what he was learning of God was the truth, and I did not want to adulterate it.

I am very grateful for the Sunday School and for its teachers, who lovingly teach our children how to apply the truth to their everyday problems. Our son had an instantaneous healing of measles as I was reading the ninety-first Psalm to him in the middle of the night. I realized that "thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; . . . nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness" (verses 5, 6) applied not only to the Bible days but to our son that very minute. He fell asleep peacefully and awoke in the morning completely well.

"Under divine Providence there can be no accidents, since there is no room for imperfection in perfection" (Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy, p. 424) . This truth has been proved by our family many times. One instance which stands out to me concerned our daughter who was about two years old at the time. It was a hot summer day, and I decided to barbecue steaks for supper. I started the charcoal with a liquid fire-starter and left it sitting on the ground next to the grill. When I went into the house to get the meat, the child apparently decided to imitate Mommy and squirted the fire with the can. When I came back outside a few minutes later, I soon realized what she must have done, as the can was on fire. Immediately I knew that there are no accidents, as stated above, and that "there is no room for imperfection in perfection." She was not in sight. When I found her, she was sitting on the swing crying. Her eyebrows were singed, but there wasn't a mark on her beautiful little face. Words cannot express my gratitude as I looked at her. I told her to be thankful that God, her real Father-Mother, was always taking care of her, and I resolved not to be careless.

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