A month ago, a pain started to develop in the backside of one of my thighs. I gave it a light prayer treatment over the period of a week, figuring that I had more pressing issues to devote my attention too with my patients. But the problem lingered until one night it hit full force and left me incapacitated by morning. I couldn’t turn or move without searing pain. And there I lay in bed unable to move.
I prayed about the situation from every angle I could think of looking for some sign of relief indicating my prayer was headed in the right direction.
I began by declaring the obvious, that I was a spiritual being living a spiritual life reflecting the unlimited, painless, and harmonious activities of Life. I knew I was God’s idea, not a helpless mortal, and God empowered me to be well and free. I knew that Mind governed the body, not matter. I knew that disease was not real and health was permanent.
No improvement was occurring.
So, I defended myself against mental malpractice at large knowing that no evil belief could enter my consciousness, interfere with my harmonious reflection of God and cause me to be less than perfect. There was one Mind influencing my thinking, not many evil minds from unknown places, I understood.
Still, there was no improvement.
At this point, I was impatient about lying helplessly in bed, so I determined to get up and get dressed someway, somehow.
I gently moved a little here, a little there, edged to the side of the bed, eventually got my feet onto the floor and with my wife’s help, made it to a bench where I slowly got dressed. I was listening diligently for an insight that would lead to healing.
Then I saw a glimmer!
I realized that when I made up my mind to move, I moved. The movement was hampered, constrained, and painful, but I did move. I hadn’t consulted the body first to see if I could move. I just made up my mind that I was going to move, and I did.
Whereas earlier, when I’d lie in bed and consult the body first to see whether I could move, I couldn’t. I felt helpless. My mind was filled with debilitating thoughts like, “My leg hurts. I can’t move my leg. I’m stuck. I’m doomed. I’m never going to get well.” And there I lay, helpless as helpless could be.
But when I didn’t consult the body first and made up my mind to move, I moved.
Aha! I’m on to something. I felt.
Mary Baker Eddy wrote, “Muscles are not self-acting. If mind does not move them, they are motionless” Science and Health, p. 199. That was exactly my experience. When I believed I could not move, I could not. When I knew I could, I did.
Eddy also wrote,“Do the muscles talk, or do you talk for them?” Science and Health, p.217. When I listened to my muscles first, I felt pain and determined helplessness. When I consulted mind first, I told the muscles what to do, and they responded.
I knew that Christian Science healing is not human mind control of the body. That leads to worse consequences in the end. It’s understanding divine Mind’s control over the body and yielding to it.
I considered Eddy’s admonition, “The muscles, moving quickly or slowly and impelled or palsied by thought, represent the action of all the organs of the human system, including brain and viscera. To remove the error producing disorder, you must calm and instruct mortal mind with immortal Truth” Science and Health, p. 415.
And there was my solution. I needed to instruct mortal mind with immortal Truth that divine Mind was governing my ability to move, not muscles, not disease, not pain, not a false belief, not an unknown, not the brain, not anything material.
I focused my whole hearted prayer attention on understanding better how divine Mind alone was governing my every thought, action and movement. I also stayed clear that the body wasn’t doing anything, positive or negative, to help or to hinder me. Divine Mind was the only factor to consider and acknowledge. I could move and walk without limit through the power of Mind, I knew and held to without reservation.
My thought was in a very good place, so I went about my business for the day even though limping and stumbling around like I was crippled. But I was in a very cheery upbeat mood.
I persisted with my prayer.
Around 10 AM, while sitting in my office chair fervently striving to understand the above truths better, I suddenly felt an unlocking in my body. It was a sensation from head to toe that happened in a second. Everything loosened and a deep peace settled in. I knew that some error in my thought had just given up the battle and conceded defeat. And Truth was claiming the victory. I wasn’t sure what the specific truth was that wrought the victory, but I was 100% sure the healing had just occurred. And that proved to be the case. Physical recovery was rapid from then on, and I was soon in fit shape.
Mortal mind had been instructed with spiritual truth, and Truth had won the day.
I learned a number of spiritual lessons better than ever that day: Mind governs the body. Thought tells the body what to do. The body does what it’s told. So, it’s vital that the mind governing the body is guided by Truth and not by error so the best outcome possible is attained.
“After a lengthy examination of my discovery and its demonstration in healing the sick, this fact became evident to me, — that Mind governs the body, not partially but wholly” Science and Health, p. 111.