Testimony of Healing May 14, 1979 Issue

One day I noticed I was scratching my arms a lot

Pamela Owen

One day I noticed I was scratching my arms a lot. I didn't think much of it and should have denied the error and affirmed the spiritual truth of my being, but didn't. The itching soon worsened, and by evening my body was covered with a painful rash. It seemed unbearable, and when I felt unable to read or pray for myself, I called a Christian Science practitioner.

She told me to be very quiet for about ten minutes, then call her back. I did this, and during our second conversation I told her that my son and husband had been bothering me about different things they did or wanted. She pointed out that irritated thinking was no part of my true nature as God's child. In reality I could only reflect the beauty, peace, and joy of Soul, and this was true of my husband and son as well. She encouraged me not to be afraid and to realize there's no sensation in matter. She then referred me to Mrs. Eddy's poem "The Mother's Evening Prayer," which begins (Poems, p. 4), "O gentle presence, peace and joy and power." I pondered the poem over and over. This helped me to become calm and feel Love's presence.

Although I felt better, the next morning I was suddenly stricken with severe pain in my stomach, which confined me to bed. I called the practitioner, who denounced this as a lie. The suggestion that I could be irritated or harmed simply was not true, no matter what form it seemed to take, and could not be part of my identity as God's perfect child. Nothing could keep me from claiming the freedom that God had given me.

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