Our occasional series on how people have nurtured their public practice of Christian Science healing.


WHEN A FELLOW Christian Scientist suggested I would make a good Christian Science nurse, I said to myself that she didn't know what she was talking about. Not me! No way! I didn't care how good she thought I would be, I rejected this idea outright—and I told her so.

I had talked to this friend more than once about a sense of dissatisfaction with my present employment as an office assistant. At the same time, I had also felt impelled to serve the movement of Christian Science more fully. But how? My daughter was in her teens, and my husband thought it was a bit dicey to want to start another career as my income was very relevant to meet household expenses. So when my friend once again brought up Christian Science nursing, I was irritated to say the least. And just to prove her wrong. I applied for a two-week introductory course at a Christian Science nursing facility (just 16 miles away), with the expectation that I would get a great deal of satisfaction by saying to her, "You see, I told you so. I'm not cut out for it."

Well, that was nearly 20 years ago, and I still can't prove her wrong!

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June 28, 2010

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