My leg healed quickly

by Oscar Cerón—Mexico DF, Mexico

In the summer of 1998 I led a two week leadership training program at a camp in Pennsylvania. It required a lot of skills, like rappelling and hiking, rope climbing, and canoeing. I was in charge of 12 teenagers.

On one of our trips, we had to hike 38 miles in three days. The trail was very steep, and wound up and down several mountains.

On the third day of the trip, we reached the top of the last mountain. Then we had to hike downhill to a state park where we'd planned to meet a van that would take us back to camp. The way down is so steep that the park is called "World's End," because it really feels like you are going down to the end of the world.

That day it had rained a lot and was very cold. We were hiking downhill, cautiously, over slippery rocks. Suddenly, I saw a big rock ahead of me and I thought, with some fear, "You should step with your left leg, so that if you slip, you'll have your right leg to support you." And that's exactly what happened. It was just like Job says in the Bible, "For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me" (Job 3:25).

I stepped with my left leg and my right leg sort of stayed behind. The weight of my backpack pulled me backward towards my right side. As I was falling, I heard a snap, like when you break a branch. The next thing I knew I was on the ground with my right leg completely behind me. I couldn't move.

I thought my leg might be broken. It was very painful. My eyes were watering and blurry, and I wanted to cry.

A thought came to me very strongly, "Be still, and witness the glory of the Lord. Witness His power. Just stay still, don't move." I also remembered these words from Psalm 23, "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." I thought about this sentence and what it meant. I prayed, "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want to see myself as anything but His likeness. I shall not want to see anything but His power."

My campers gathered around me and asked how they could help. I asked them to pray, too, and to give me some time to sit quietly.

And then another thought came: "God will send His angels and they will lift you up." I knew the thoughts that had been coming to me were God's angels, assuring me of His presence.

Five to ten minutes later, a very strong voice came to me. It said, "Get up. Nothing happened." The pain stopped. I stood up, adjusted my backpack on my back, grabbed my hiking stick, and continued walking. My leg wasn't swollen. I wasn't limping, and I didn't need the stick to walk. I was able to hike downhill with my campers. We met the van, as previously planned, and drove back to camp.

My leg was completely healed that day.

This experience taught me a beautiful lesson about spiritual stillness and acknowledging the power of God. It also showed me how useful it was to have learned the 23^rd Psalm in the Christian Science Sunday School. I remembered it just when I needed it most.

The statements made regarding healing in "Your Health" have been verified in writing by those who know of the healing or can vouch for the integrity of the testifiers.

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