Pattern of illness broken

For a couple of years before I began studying Christian Science, I frequently experienced fever and other flu-like symptoms that would knock me out for days. On one occasion, it was so bad that I went to the emergency room, simply because I didn’t know what else to do. I often couldn’t go to work or be relied on to fulfill my commitments.

After I took up the study of Christian Science, these bouts of illness came less frequently, but hadn’t yet stopped altogether. I had just come down with another spell when a member of my branch Church of Christ, Scientist, called, wanting to know if I was up for making a quick trip around the church that evening. The two of us were in charge of monitoring activities happening outside our urban church after hours. When I told her I was not feeling well, and had in fact just gotten sick all over my comforter, she cheerfully and compassionately offered to come pick me up and wash my blanket at her place, which was nearby. She said we could just hang out, or I could rest while the comforter was getting cleaned. How grateful I was!

We sat in her living room and chatted while the blanket was in the wash. I didn’t ask her for Christian Science treatment, and she didn’t offer it, but we talked as fellow church members about subjects that concern the general welfare—some of them pretty controversial. For instance, we had both recently listened to the same podcast about issues in policing, and I was struck with how she spoke about it. She seemed to be considering every question with a faithful regard and curiosity, in the genuine expectation that there is a specific answer to every need and problem. I realized with joy that it was a conversation I felt would alienate no one, including another church member whose views I had feared would seem contrary and even offensive to this person’s sensibilities. 

I had often felt torn and confused over having affection and respect for individuals who held such differing views. I had also felt at odds within my heart over my own contradictory concerns and beliefs. Yet, as I talked with this woman that evening, the feeling of perpetual conflict evaporated in light of a higher, more spiritual view. I could have sung with the Psalmist, “I called upon the Lord in distress: the Lord answered me, and set me in a large place” (Psalms 118:5).

After a while, we drove over to the church to monitor the property, and ended up standing outside talking for a while. It dawned on me that I was experiencing no trace of sickness, despite standing in the cold. I had been sure that the fever would run its usual course over the next few days, but it was just gone. I know that the enlightened sense of equanimity, unity, affection, and hope I had gained from talking with this church member is what healed me. 

The author of the Epistle to the Ephesians writes, “Put off concerning the former conversation the old man, which is corrupt according to the deceitful lusts; and be renewed in the spirit of your mind; and . . . put on the new man, which after God is created in righteousness and true holiness” (4:22–24).

My old inner “conversation” that counted God’s sons and daughters as anything less than equals was put off that evening by the dawning of this new, heavenly conversation revealed to me by this kind and loving fellow church member, and with it went the fear and the fever, as did the pattern of recurring illness. 

This healing occurred a few years ago, and I am so grateful for the physical freedom it brought. But what is most valuable to me is the clarity and confirmation this healing afforded me regarding the truth of our real, spiritual environment and relation to each other as expressions of one Principle—God, good—which is never at odds with itself.

Meghan Dunn
Toluca Lake, California, US

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