Christmas Eve of 1977, I found my husband...

Christmas Eve of 1977, I found my husband unconscious. Since I was alone, I thought about phoning a Christian Science nurse for assistance. However, I began to realize that my real need was to prayerfully cherish the Christ-idea, the man of God's perfect creating, who is unseen to the mortal senses. So I held steadfastly to this scientific understanding of life and identity.

These concluding verses from Mary Baker Eddy's poem "Christmas Morn" were constantly in my thought as I prayed into the night (Poems, p. 29):

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