Testimony of Healing May 6, 2002 Issue

They parted friends

Philippa Muldoon

Many of us will never forget where we were or what we were doing the day of the terrorist attacks in New York, Washington D.C., and Pennsylvania. That day changed many people's lives. I have an equally clear memory of the hours before my husband told me he wanted a divorce. it was a beautiful sunny day, and I had no idea that in a short time my world would be shattered.

Over the next few weeks he continually demanded a divorce, and I felt his hatred build up towards me. I felt I was a victim in a situation that I never saw coming and over which I had no control. However, I did not want a divorce. I wanted things to heal between us.

I had attended a Christian Science Sunday School as a child but had drifted away in my early 20s, and had not had anything to do with religion for about 15 years. I had forgotten how to pray and felt alienated from God. I'd said to friends that I didn't want anything to do with Him.

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