“What’s wrong?” “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine,” I lied, shaking off the concerns of my friends. But I wasn’t fine; I was scared. And my hand was aching as I walked to the nurse’s office.
The accident had happened in gym class during the log roll competition. I was at one end of the log, confused as to what to do but playing along as though I knew what was going on. My hands were on the log as the whistle sounded for “Go!” The next thing I knew, my right hand was trapped under the log, and it felt like it was being crushed.
I panicked. I couldn’t speak. Did anyone notice? I just wanted to yell, “STOP!” But no words came out.
Finally, at the finish line, it was over. I looked at my hand, trying to figure out what to do. My gym teacher excused me to go to the nurse’s office.
The nurse wanted me to go to the hospital because my hand looked bad, but instead I called my dad and asked him to come pick me up. As we got in the car, my dad asked me what I wanted to do. We could go to the hospital, he said, or I could call a Christian Science practitioner for healing through prayer.
I thought about it for a second, conflicted. I’d had healings before as I’d prayed on my own or with help from a practitioner, but … what if my hand was actually broken?
“Practitioner,” I told my dad, because I really did want a healing.
As we drove, I prayed for myself by singing Hymn 304 from the Christian Science Hymnal. It’s by the Discoverer of Christian Science, Mary Baker Eddy, and the last verse says:
So, when day grows dark and cold,
Tear or triumph harms,
Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,
Take them in Thine arms;
Feed the hungry, heal the heart,
Till the morning’s beam;
White as wool, ere they depart,
Shepherd, wash them clean.
This part of the hymn stuck with me, because it reminded me that God is always with me, guiding me through the difficult days just like a shepherd cares for and guards his sheep. I knew that because God fills all space, there really is no place where God is not. I felt comforted, knowing that I am always under His protection.
When I got home, I called a practitioner. I often get good ideas about healing from the Christian Science textbook, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, so the practitioner and I went through some parts of the book together. We found a passage that says: “Rise in the conscious strength of the spirit of Truth to overthrow the plea of mortal mind, alias matter, arrayed against the supremacy of Spirit. Blot out the images of mortal thought and its beliefs in sickness and sin” (pp. 390–391).
I didn’t need to let fear or panic take over, because I had the power of God, Spirit, on my side.
To me, this passage was saying that I didn’t need to let fear or panic take over, because I had the power of God, Spirit, on my side. I’ve learned that I am the reflection of God, which means that because God is never hurt, I cannot be hurt. Though my hand appeared to be injured, this was nothing more than an “[image] of mortal thought”—not the true story about me, since, as the reflection of God, I am spiritual. Only Truth, God, was telling me what is true, and I could listen to this and trust it.
The practitioner said she would continue praying for me, and after we hung up, I went to sleep holding on to these thoughts of God. When I woke up the next morning, my hand was a lot better than it had been the day before. Within two days, I was back at school, and no one could believe that my hand was fine and that I didn’t even need a bandage.
I’m grateful I chose to call the practitioner so I could experience this healing. And I’m grateful to God for His protection and care.