Testimony of Healing June 6, 1994 Issue

At about 4 p.m. one Friday, I wished to catch a bus from...

Winifred Dorothy Phillips

At about 4 p.m. one Friday, I wished to catch a bus from the city centre to my home. As I arrived at the stop, the driver was pulling away. He did stop to allow me to get on, but then started up with a jerk. I was thrown headlong down the bus, striking my back against the sides of the seats.

The driver asked if I was hurt, but I was unable to speak. He carried on with our journey. Two passengers helped me up and to a seat, suggesting that I report the matter. But I immediately denied in my thought that there are accidents in God, the one divine Mind, and thereby realised there was nothing to report to the bus company.

At my destination two women helped me to my home. I thanked them and assured them that I would be all right. They left. I decided to seek help through prayer from a practitioner, which he willingly agreed to give.

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