It was spring again, and that meant the Men's Senior Baseball...

It was spring again, and that meant the Men's Senior Baseball League in my city was about to begin another season. In the past I'd found this activity to be a great opportunity for me to overcome the limiting beliefs about growing older, loss of facility, flexibility, and stamina. The joyous enthusiasm that characterized our games, and the camaraderie among the players, were greatly inspiring.

Things went nicely until the third game. As I moved to my right in order to field a ground ball, I felt a leg just give out. The pain in my ankle was extreme, but I was able to hobble off the field and sit down on the bench. Pain and heat combined to make me feel as if I would pass out, but I fought to stay conscious and pray. My father, watching the game, came to my aid, and I knew he was silently praying as well. After sitting quietly a few moments, I assured my concerned teammates I would be all right and felt well enough to drive home.

As a Christian Scientist I was accustomed to turning to God to heal physical problems. I had seen so many inspiring healings of family and friends that I was convinced of the power of prayer to restore harmony in this situation.

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