When I was a college freshman, a doctor told me I had a metabolic disorder and would have to take medication for the rest of my life. Often I tried to stop taking the pills, but fatigue always followed. Sometimes I even got up in the middle of the night to take the medication, knowing how bad I would feel without it. Gradually, the dosage was increased. Yearning for an answer, I began a lengthy investigation into the many avenues that promise healing.

Years later the book A Century of Christian Science Healing was sent to me. As I read of these lovely scientific healings, I realized that they were genuine tributes to the power of God—God who is Life—for whom I had been searching. Immediately I purchased a copy of Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, the textbook mentioned in the testimonies. Such a revelation!

I decided to quit taking the pills. But I soon realized that human will plays no part in a Christian Science healing, while spiritual understanding is requisite. There was a lot to learn through study of the Bible and Science and Health. Humbly I prayed, then looked back with objectivity on the circumstances surrounding those first few months of college. My values had been challenged at every turn. What I saw going on around me was extremely disturbing. I "blanked out" on an exam, although I had been a good student. Finally, normal female bodily processes were interrupted. Also, I often found myself crying uncontrollably. That was when I went to the doctor, who diagnosed the metabolic disorder.

Now, twelve years later, the error was being uncovered to be destroyed by divine Truth. Mrs. Eddy writes (Science and Health, p. 530): "The history of error is a dream-narrative. The dream has no reality, no intelligence, no mind; therefore the dreamer and dream are one, for neither is true nor real." The turmoil I felt as a young student had been manifested bodily in the form of a disorder. But now, in the light of Science, I could discern that I had never been a mortal, troubled and ill. That was "a dream-narrative." I was actually God's child, His radiant reflection. And nothing had ever occurred to disturb my true spiritual being. As I refuted the belief of disease and claimed my spiritual perfection, I was restored. This healing of a metabolic condition occurred six years ago. Since that time I have learned to snow-ski, have backpacked for seven days, and I play tennis regularly.

Once, while driving home, I was seized with a sudden violent attack of nausea and headache. Hardly able to stand when I reached home, I called a Christian Science practitioner immediately. She asked me to rest while she prayed for me. I fell asleep in the nearest chair. Some time later I woke and prepared dinner for my family, then attended my three-hour lecture course at a nearby college. I was totally well.

My children and I have experienced healings of colds, chicken pox, virus, dislocations, and burns.

To me, Christian Science is the Science of Love. A scientific concept of Love is too intelligent to accept the status quo of the material senses. This Love cannot accept the validity of hatred, disease, discord, or even death, because these things have no logic or meaning in the reality of immortal being. Christian Science is the "still small voice" of Love intelligently speaking the truth to me and all mankind.

C. PAULETTE FREDRICK PUGH
Orlando, Florida