I am very grateful for a lifetime of healing through Christian Science, and one incident in particular stands out above the rest.
It happened in the late 1970's, when I was going to college in Wyoming.
During the summer, between semesters, I was painting homes with a friend to earn some money. We had started a job painting the interior of a business that had 13-foot ceilings and required scaffolding in order to reach everything.
At one point the scaffolding collapsed, and I fell head first onto the hardwood floor below. While I was not knocked unconscious, I suffered a severe concussion to a point where I was not aware of my surroundings or what was taking place. I also suffered a large gash above my eye and was bleeding profusely. My painting partner walked me to his car and drove me to the hospital, events I do not remember.
This past July my wife and I ended a vacation in Mexico with incredible proof of God's ever-present protection in times of trouble.
The day we left for home Hurricane Emily hit the area we were in. We learned of the hurricane's approach the day before our departure, and both of us began praying about the situation. These verses from a hymn by Mary Baker Eddy entitled Satisfied came to my wife: "It matter's not what be thy lot, so Love doth guide; For storm or shine pure peace is thine, Whate'er be tide," and "Aye, darkling sense, arise, go hence! Our God is good. False fears are foes truth tatters those, When understood."
The following experience was sent me by a friend. When I asked her for some verification, she wrote: George Millar included this experience in his Association Address, "TheLens of Spirit". His response to my question as to whether it had been in the periodicals:
"Thanks for your email. As far as I know that account has not appeared in any of our periodicals. I feel sure it would be considered so extraordinary that the editors would feel - as they have in other cases - that it is almost unbelievable. and therefore were loath to print it. I have the account from a very good friend who knows the individual well and has witnessed his work and had no doubt as to its veracity." Manfred Söllinger, Essen, Germany
In the early fifties, my life took a complete turn.I began working for the Aetna Insurance Company as a Workman's Compensation claims examiner reviewing work-related accidents. I was still recovering from World War II, which had left me seriously handicapped both physically and mentally. Nine years after receiving a service-connected medical discharge, I was a foxhole agnostic struggling desperately to understand the purpose to life. The religious concept of God as omnipresent and omnipotent eluded me and clashed head-on with my war experience. The question of, "Is God in the likeness of man or is man in the likeness of God?" Belief battled disbelief. Then in 1956 I became interested in a metaphysical approach to health and a new way of life, the open door to the greater works promised by men of the Bible. My agnosticism, my multiple war disabilities, the medical aspects of myinsurance work, and my new-found understanding warred within me, compelling me to spend almost every lunch hour in a near-by Christian Science Reading Room, studying the Bible and inspirational literature. I felt a great need to find answers to life. Are we mortal or immortal? I began to lose my sense of agnosticism and became a theist, and finally a faith believer. The following personal experience is the reason why the substance of my belief went far beyond the evidence of things not seen.
Read more: The following submission is excerpted from Overcoming the Fear of Death and Dying.
Earlier this year, I was working on a cruiseline that went up the Mississippi in the deep south. Just getting ready to take this trip and to travel to the other side of the country to my work took a lot of my savings. Once I got to work there was several weeks before I started making money and when I did it was no where the money I thought it was going to be. I had been on the boat for 5 weeks and had still not saved enough money to fly home and back twice or stay in a hotel and eat out every night for two weeks. I decided to call a practioner for support.