One day I started to move an engine hoist from my garage

Murray Lawrence Jayne with contributions from Jean Lundahl Jayne

One day I started to move an engine hoist from my garage. While I was pulling the hoist over a raised threshold, the A-frame of the hoist slipped off the hydraulic lift and fell on my hands. Two fingers of each hand were pinned between the steel arms of the A-frame and the bed of the hoist at the fulcrum. With both hands caught, I was unable to lift the frame until prayer led me to stretch far forward and thrust my head under a crossbar. Then, with great effort, I lifted the frame enough to extract my fingers.

The fingers were badly cut and bruised; one was almost severed. I walked to the house and managed to telephone my wife. She said she would pray for me, and, of course, I prayed, too. There was no further pain, then or later.

Previously I had read a passage in Miscellaneous Writings by Mrs. Eddy, which states (p. 355): "Less teaching and good healing is to-day the acme of 'well done;' a healing that is not guesswork,—chronic recovery ebbing and flowing,—but instantaneous cure. This absolute demonstration of Science must be revived." Thinking of this passage, I realized that physical healing is not so much a goal as it is a byproduct of understanding better the changelessness of God and His perfect idea, man. Therefore healing does not require a certain amount of time but is an outcome of spiritualization of thought.

That evening my fingers were improved enough for me to go sailing with friends, and I was at ease in assisting with the mooring lines. In less than two days after the incident my fingers were fine except for scars, which disappeared during the next few days. I am grateful for what I learned and for my wife's calm and effective help.

Murray Lawrence Jayne
Jensen Beach, Florida

When my husband telephoned me, I had just spent some time pondering ideas in a Christian Science pamphlet on the subject of unfoldment. As he told me what had happened, I thought to myself that spiritual unfoldment cannot be interrupted. It was an hour before I could get home, and whenever I did think about what was going on there, the answer came swiftly and quietly, "Just more unfoldment." This proved to be the case entirely. There was simply peace, quietude, and much joy in witnessing a wonderful Christian Science healing.

Jean Lundahl Jayne

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