Article December 10, 2001 Issue

WHAT THE MOTHER REMEMBERS

Jean Gray

If I were asked to name the significant impression from this experience with my two daughters, it would have to be the contrast between the terror and helplessness we felt when we discovered that they had drunk rat poison, and the fresh feeling of love and normality that pervaded our thoughts after visiting the Christian Science practitioner.

Though raised in Christian Science, but not being diligent students of it at the time, when my husband and I heard the screams from our two little girls and found them losing consciousness after drinking poison, we panicked and rushed with them by ambulance to an emergency hospital. We were very grateful to the doctors for pumping the girls' stomachs, but when they declared that the youngest girl would probably die and the other girl would be plagued by serious digestive problems throughout her life, all of the Christian Science healings I had experienced throughout my own childhood swept through my thought. It was then that my husband and I turned wholly to God.

As we entered the home of the practitioner, she suggested that we put the girls down to rest on a couch. We then prayed with the practitioner as she talked with us about God, Love. The fear that had gripped me disappeared. Never once did I again feel fear for the girls. And when we lifted the children into our arms to leave, it all seemed so natural—as if they had just awakened from sleep. We went home and ate a happy supper. Everything was normal, and that was the end of it.

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