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In the fall of 1994 I slipped on the mud and ice and broke my...
In the fall of 1994 I slipped on the mud and ice and broke my ankle.
As I was home alone at the time, I crawled into the house and telephoned my Christian Science teacher to ask for help. When I told her what had taken place, she asked me if I wanted to go to a doctor and have the ankle set. I said no, that I really wanted to heal it through Science. She agreed to pray with me.
After we had talked for a while, I hung up the telephone and sat where I was on the floor with my legs out in front of me and prayed. I remember looking at my ankle some time later and thinking with surprise that there wasn't any pain. There was never any pain from that time on.
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February 19, 1996 issue
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Healing racism and fear
Paul Douglas White
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When you point a finger ...
Craig L. Ghislin
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Two views—one true
Lucile Jury Kennedy
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"Teach us to pray"
Cyprian Leslie Kheswa
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The Bible—its promises are for you!
Judith Hardy Olson
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The breath of life
Robert J. Rowan
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Because You are, dear Father
Patricia M. Curtis
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Even teachers deserve love
Clifford Kapps Eriksen
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Healing, curing, and caring
William E. Moody
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Supply: fantasy or reality?
Heloísa G. Rivas
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The reports on healing in the Christian Science periodicals have...
Frances Leigh Wesley
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In the Manual of The Mother Church, Mrs. Eddy tells us:...
Barbara Mullen
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The disciples of Christ Jesus once asked, "Who is the greatest...
Greig T. Strachan
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In the fall of 1994 I slipped on the mud and ice and broke my...
Alice Michele Sammis