Refuge, healing, and other miracles of grace

It certainly wasn't what I'd planned—to be alone and sick in a large city thousands of miles from home. I didn't know anyone, and my money was running out. The country where I'd been studying had just been hit by devastating floods. After having spent some time trying to help people dig out from the disaster, I needed rest. But it was clear that I wouldn't be able to get home for Christmas. Instead, there I was, alone in a small room—barely able to get out of bed.

I was a fairly new student of Christian Science. Some wonderful healings had come about in my life as a result of prayer. I knew I needed healing now. More than anything else, I didn't want to feel alone or afraid. I wanted to feel God's presence.

On the street I'd seen a poster telling the time and location of a Christian Science lecture. But the city was so confusing and unfamiliar to me that I couldn't imagine how I could get there. Yet I wanted so much to go. That lecture would help me—I was sure of it. It would help me to feel God's care for me and to understand my real spiritual identity as God's child.

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Christmas, a time of new beginning
December 24, 1990

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