Article September 14, 2015 Issue

A memorable healing

Ruth Coolidge

For a couple of years I had warts all over my hands. I was very bothered by them to the point of sitting on my hands or keeping them folded up in my lap. I never let anyone see my hands, if I could help it, because I was so embarrassed. I was also annoyed and discouraged that no matter how much I prayed about the issue, the warts remained. I alternated for a while between doing nothing to address the situation, and praying the best I knew how. My mom printed out lots of testimonies from the Christian Science periodicals on healings of warts for me to read.

While I loved the ideas shared, the testimonies frustrated me even more since I felt that I understood my spiritual perfection just as much as those people, but I still wasn’t experiencing healing. I had firmly established in my thought that I was made by God as spiritual and perfect, that nothing ugly could latch itself to my true self, and that, because I understood this, I could expect to see the proof of my spiritual perfection in healing. I felt that I “got it,” so I couldn’t understand why the warts were still there!

Eventually, I stopped obsessing about the issue. If I happened to start focusing on my hands too much, I would reaffirm what I knew to be true spiritually, and then move on. There was no more work to be done, I felt sure. I felt I understood what I had to understand.

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