Testimony of Healing October 27, 1973 Issue

You might say that until a few years ago there was somewhat...

Jeffrey G. Wright

You might say that until a few years ago there was somewhat of a credibility gap between myself and God. At least that's the way it seemed. I had the letter down pretty well, but the spirit was missing—the healing spirit—joy.

Things are different now. Sometimes I want to get up and literally sing praises, because I actually feel God's presence. What causes this feeling is what Mary Baker Eddy calls the new birth. And she tells us, "It begins with moments, and goes on with years; moments of surrender to God, of childlike trust and joyful adoption of good; moments of self-abnegation, self-consecration, heaven-born hope, and spiritual love" (Miscellaneous Writings, p. 15).

For me, these moments, or beginnings, were really something else! One of the first physical healings I had on my own came in football camp during my senior year in high school. After a practice one day I felt a sharp, frightening pain in my ankle. I could hardly walk. So I hobbled to my room. Something told me to simply start reading Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy. I began where I'd left off before in the chapter on Christian Science versus Spiritualism. It seemed totally irrelevant to my need for physical healing, but it was what I was led to do, and I wasn't in any position to argue with the still small voice. As I read, I found a passage that related perfectly to a problem a friend was having. Without giving any thought to my own bodily condition, I literally jumped up with joy to go share this with him, and found that I was perfectly healed. That lifting of thought was so natural and right. As Christ Jesus showed us, I was doing my Father's work, and that was that.

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