Testimony of Healing July 30, 1979 Issue

As a child I attended a Christian Science Sunday School, and . . .

Merle Witham Miller

As a child I attended a Christian Science Sunday School, and I well remember a devoted teacher whose life illustrated what she taught: that this healing Science, based on love for and understanding of God and man, is provable. The convincing testimonies of healing that members of the congregation gave at the Wednesday evening meetings of that Church of Christ, Scientist, were also enlightening. These blessings equipped me to solve childhood problems, including sickness, through my own prayer and reliance on God.

In more recent years, one cold morning here in Indiana, I slipped on some ice and fell. By the time I reached home my entire left side was numb. I found the closest available chair and sat there praying until my husband came home from work. He helped me to my study and then faithfully supported me in prayer. I worked to realize more fully that in my true being I could never be separated from the love of God, who is man's source and Principle. In two days I was moving about, and the complete healing occurred in time for me to be at an important event I had promised to take part in at our daughter's school.

Several years earlier, our family lived for a time in another part of the country. One Wednesday evening I attended church by myself. On the way home I pulled up to a red light and noticed three men in a convertible, who were calling taunts to other motorists. People just ignored them, and when the light changed they sped on. I prayed not to be influenced by any feelings of disgust, but acknowledged the all-presence of God, good. Soon the traffic thinned and I was the only one traveling on a lonely stretch. My lights picked up a disturbing scene: the same convertible was parked across the road, obviously to block traffic, and the three men were standing in the road. I thought, "God is my help!" I began to back up the car, even though the last intersection was far behind and there were no houses. I noticed a rough, narrow entrance to an undeveloped tract of land off to the right. There wasn't a road, but I was able to make my way across the rough ground to the far end of the field where there was a small exit to a street. To me, this was sure proof of God's care.

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