It was deeply meaningful to be together with our Association family to hear the address. The theme of coming home to our real self, instead of mortal mind's sense of personality separated from God, really spoke to me.

As a small child I always sang “O Gentle Presence” and “Shepherd” to her at bedtime whenever we visited. As I tucked her into bed I asked if I could pray for her while she napped. She agreed.

So I stated i.e. that God is my life and so I could not lose consciousness the next hours because of the crash. God is All-in-All so there can be no imperfection in His image.

During all this time, for about four months, the fear never returned, and I remained confident that all would be well. I decided to visit a practitioner at their office as I felt a face-to-face visit might be just what I needed.

As I prayed along these lines for the next several days, I continued to read the testimonies for encouragement and inspiration.

Heart condition associated with high blood pressure healed just before unexpected physical exam required by company.  Healing occurred over a weekend.

Another was a man who is just coming back to earnest study of Christian Science, and his body was entirely covered with an extreme irritation or hives.  His fiancé was interested to see what Christian Science could do.  It was cleared in three days.  

One day, mid-afternoon at my job, this attack came upon me. I work in a large room of cubicles with nearly no privacy, and my first concern was where could I lie down and get away from people. I grabbed my door pass and my copy of the weekly Bible Lesson, and headed out to some outer halls where there were some very public couches. They didn't feel like a good location, so I just thought “Love, prepare a place for me.”

I was called one afternoon by a frantic mum. She had been raised in Christian Science but her Christian husband, who had originally promised to respect her choice of denomination, now seemed quite opposed to anything related to it, including her study, and much less relying on it for health care.

During the Friday address reading, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. When I checked the caller ID I knew it must be important — this individual wouldn’t call unless it were serious. It was an elder family member. They had fallen.

My wife and I recently spent a weekend with our adult son.  He was just starting out on his career.   I was prayed-up for the weekend, because my relationship with my son had been uneven in the past and I was working diligently to listen to God and to see my son as God sees him and to see my relationship with my son as God sees it, perfect, loving, harmonious and complete. 

Earlier this year, I was working through a claim that seemed to paralyze my thought in fear. A cough grew worse over the course of several weeks and turned into a severe form of chest congestion. Breathing became laborious and I was sunk into a depression of feeling that my grasp of Christian Science was inadequate to meet this challenge. 

It was a beautiful Easter morning with my grandchildren.  They were looking forward with anticipation to their new Sunday School experience at The Mother Church.  I was hoping the story of the “risen Christ” would set the spiritual tone for the day.  But little did I know that I would be having a resurrection day.