My son was nine years old and had two friends spending the night for a sleepover one weekend. At 11pm on a Saturday night, I was upstairs washing my face and heard one of his friends scream, “Come quick, Gary just broke his arm!” I dried off my face and went downstairs to find a young boy sitting on the floor holding his arm between his elbow and his wrist.
I asked him to show me his arm. When he did, the picture of two bones pointing in opposite directions tried to alarm me, but I’ve learned how to pray about all things in Christian Science so I started to pray instead of succumbing to fear.
In Science and Health, Mrs. Eddy states that students of Christian Science may leave the setting of bones to physicians. [See page 401.] My son was very scared and wanted to go to the hospital, so I took him.
We live approximately 20 minutes from the nearest hospital and during the drive I prayed the following prayer, “Father, help me to not be mesmerized by the frightening picture in my back seat. Help each one in this car (I had my son’s two friends with me too who are not students of Christian Science) feel the peaceful sense of Divine Love’s presence. Help me and all to realize the scientific statement of being vividly, here and now, to know clearly that there can never be a separation between God and his idea – that there are no accidents in God’s kingdom.”
When we arrived at the hospital no one seemed interested that we were there or that we waited over an hour before they invited Gary in for an x-ray. Gary’s father, my former husband and not a Christian Scientist, met us at the hospital. He came into the exam room with us.
Gary complained about intense pain in his arm and asked for a pain pill. As the nurse left the room to get it for him, he and I prayed together to see past his physical form to the pure state of consciousness he has as a beloved child of God. We used the Lord’s Prayer with Mrs. Eddy’s interpretation as well as the Scientific Statement of Being to vanquish the notion that physical sense could rule an image of God.
By the time the nurse came back in the room with the pill, Gary was sleeping peacefully, no longer in pain. The nurse was gone less than five minutes.
It’s important to note that as I prayed with my son, his father sat at the end of his bed, watching the transformation that was taking place with his son. With tears in his eyes he watched the immediate result of our prayer. With broken speech he said, “I’m very proud of you.”
The doctors in the hospital could not set Gary’s arm that night and referred us to a specialist the following day. They wrapped it, and sent us home saying that they couldn’t do anything further for him.
The rest of the healing took place over the course of a few weeks, applying prayer to govern the practical steps we needed to take with the physicians helping us. No medications were used during this time and all worked together harmoniously until the cast was removed and Gary returned to his normal play.
A few months ago I fell from a ladder and landed on cement. Not only did I break my upper arm between above elbow but the whole arm with knocked out of it’s socket. I laid on the ground for a long time and had my wife call a CS healer to pray for me. After a while with the help of my family and the prayerful support I was getting I was able to stand. But my family was very afraid of what my body look like. I went to the bathroom to be by myself and take a shower. As I walked in to the bathroom I saw myself in the mirror. Right then and there I declared that I could never be outside the love of God and that accidents are not apart of God or my life. Within seconds my arm popped back into place. I took a shower and went back up on that ladder to finish paint. My arm was very sore for several weeks afterwards. Until I realize that I had been very mad (sore) at a company that I felt cheated me out of a business deal. When I finally let go of that anger and forgave them and new that only God was the source of my supply ..then the healing was complete.
Thank you for posting your healing. It made me write this true story.
Brad Goldsmith Irving, Texas