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In 1975 I became ill with a bronchial disorder
In 1975 I became ill with a bronchial disorder. I called a Christian Science practitioner, and she helped me realize something of my perfection as the image and likeness of God. Within just a few days I was able to breathe normally and to perform routine household duties. But several weeks later, another attack occurred. The practitioner was contacted again and we prayed. A matter of days later I was fine. The attacks continued, however, becoming more frequent, more intense, and lasting for longer periods.
One attack occurred that seemed very severe. The only thing I could think of was the word "God." The practitioner paid several visits to our home at this time and stayed in constant touch with me by telephone. Since it was nearly impossible for me to talk, she often poured out loving, healing messages of truth—explaining the relationship of God and His idea, man. She also brought to my attention two articles from the Christian Science periodicals that were very helpful. These articles helped me realize the need to understand that I was not caught in a battle between Spirit and matter, because God, good, is omnipotent. This fact was difficult to grasp at first, for I had been in a mighty mental struggle with the temptation to just give up and die (the erroneous suggestion that we can more easily solve today's problems in the "hereafter"). I persisted, however, in staying on the only side there is—the side of Truth, God—and declared that I would stick with God no matter what seemed to be going on physically.
A short time later the situation seemed so bleak that I felt I didn't have the strength to continue. The practitioner was called. When she perceived my sense of hopelessness, she came to our home immediately. I don't know how long she sat next to my bed that night in prayer, because I fell asleep. But I do know that that was the beginning of the healing. The next day I was admitted to a nursing home for Christian Scientists. Doing this enabled our two college-age daughters and my husband to resume their normal activities, as they had been caring for me and running the household for many weeks in addition to tending to their schooling and jobs. Four days later I returned home completely well. The attacks have never returned.
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April 12, 1982 issue
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Viewing the news
BERTSCH DOAN
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Letter from a student activist of the sixties
ELAINE H. NATALE
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Spiritual aspiration and career choices
JOE ELLER
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Eternity now
SUZANNE R. WILLIAMS
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The single parent
ROXANNE H. BAKER
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"Night airs"
VIRGINIA THESIGER
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LETTERS TO THE PRESS
with contributions from STIG K. CHRISTIANSEN, AUDREY E. APPLEBY
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In the presence of love—freedom
BEULAH M. ROEGGE
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Taking possession of the body
NATHAN A. TALBOT
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"It never was"
DORIS JUNE JACK
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Prayer in the principal's office
Evans Richardson
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In 1975 I became ill with a bronchial disorder
JACKLYN J. WILLIAMS with contributions from JAMES L. WILLIAMS
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During a visit with some friends in their new house, while we...
KENNETH W. EGGERT
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"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on...
EVELYN MAY CHOWN