PRAYER THAT HEALS

When I was a little girl, I loved that my grandmother would take me to a Christian Science Sunday School. Whenever I was ill, she would ask my parents permission to have a Christian Science practitioner pray for me, and I always got better.

When I was ten, after my grandmother had passed on, I came down with a bad case of the flu. Mother called the doctor but I continued feeling rotten. Her version of the story was that I looked at her with longing eyes and said, "If my nana was here, she'd call a practitioner and I'd be in school tomorrow." Mother asked if I remembered the practitioner's name; I did. The practitioner was called to pray for me, and two days later I was in school.

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