According to an early student of Christian Science, Mary Baker Eddy once said she “longed for the day to come when no one could enter a Christian Science church, no matter how sick or how sorrowing that one might be, without being healed” (Florence Clerihew Boyd, “Healing the multitudes,” Sentinel, July 1, 1916). 

One of my own experiences of being healed was in church—if the church parking lot qualifies. I’d recently started work as a graphic designer after years of training and more years of searching for a position. I began the job wearing braces on both wrists. Although I didn’t have the condition diagnosed medically, I believed the trouble to be carpal tunnel syndrome.

This condition was particularly popular at the time—I could hardly go shopping without seeing cashiers and others wearing wrist braces. I loved my new job and greatly feared that my work would be cut short by this disability.