SNAPSHOT OF HEALING

I remember a time when I was very sick and prayer healed me. My parents, who would have done anything to help their child, had called for treatment from a Christian Science practitioner, who paid a short visit to our home one evening. Although when he arrived I had been unable to eat or even raise my head, by the time he left, my condition had vastly improved—so much so that I recall eating a bowl of cereal with incredible enthusiasm (Sugar Frosted Flakes, I'm pretty sure it was). That marked the end of the condition; I was healed in the space of an hour.

I couldn't have been more than six when that happened. But I'll always hold a distinct mental image of that man and my mother talking together in the living room. Beyond a picture of two people in conversation, it's a snapshot in the history of prayer. Through the same power that Jim Spencer this week calls "the law of God that holds everything together" (see page 10), Truth was outshining error in our home that night. Life was outpacing death. Love was destroying fear. And I believe that in the presence of Truth, Life, and Love, nothing short of my complete recovery was ever even a remote possibility.

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