Knowing—really knowing—the truth

"Know the truth." Those were the last words of the Christian Science practitioner I had called for treatment through prayer. First he comforted me with assurances of divine Love's uninterrupted care. Then he assured me he would pray for me immediately. Finally, he made this one request—that I know the truth.

Know the truth. It sounded easy enough. So I took the Bible, and Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy (which I admit were a little dusty) and began going over the passages that had helped me as a child—the Lord's Prayer, the definitions of God and man in the Glossary of Science and Health, the ninety-first and twenty-third Psalms, and others. But several hours later, instead of feeling better, I was worse.

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