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…AND THEN I BECAME A CHRISTIAN SCIENTIST
I was 16 years old so were my two friends; we were driving in my father‘s brand new 1950 Oldsmobile, a postwar car with lots of horsepower and acceleration, which I had proved for myself! It could go from 0 to 60mph less than ten seconds.
I wanted to prove to my friends that it could go over 100 mph, a phenomenal speed back then. We had spent the war years of the Forties looking at glossy magazine ads for cars that artists rendered more streamlined than the 1939 Pontiac my family were still driving.
We memorized the look of each car and we would sit out on the curb of our small town and watch new cars drive-by as they came off the assembly line and were sold. “It’s a Buick.” A few cars later, “that’s a Chrysler.”
Those were rich years in our Oklahoma town because it was home of a major oil company. Our fathers worked for the company or in associated businesses.
It was evening going toward darkness. The nights were still warm. I just got my drivers license. Mom said with a little tremor in her voice “Be careful, hon.” She worried about me in the car.
I picked up my friends in the car and we headed out of town a few miles to the highway to Tulsa. It was a 2-lane highway and not a lot of businesses: there was a drive-in movie and a roadside restaurant with waitresses who ambled to our car and took our orders for hamburgers and cokes. And, it turned out, one other.
We exited the restaurant directly onto the highway. Not a lot of traffic. I floored the speedometer, the car was rocking along.
We got to 100 mph and then one friend said there’s a car ahead. I saw lights coming toward the highway as if from a side road.
I said no it’s a curve in the road but there was no curve in the road.
It was a car backing out onto the highway from a roadside bar. I didn’t realize that for an important but short time and then I slammed on the brakes.
Later, a friend told me he could recall the shrieking of the brakes. We were aimed directly for the other car that had backed out and stopped in the highway. I could see the faces of the people within looking at us and then I froze because any helpful action was futile at that velocity.
It felt as if an arm reached over my shoulder, grabbed the steering wheel that I held with a death-grip and turned the wheel to the left.
I screamed “no we’ll flip!”
We didn’t. The car kept shaking as it turned all the way around. I saw our car front bumper miss the rear fender of the other car by a few inches as we spun. I heard headlines in my head…
Oncoming traffic saw what was happening and stopped, and we skidded into the left lane and went backwards off the road into a ditch.
Our car’s engine stopped. We sat, paralyzed. My friend later said some guys came out of the bar, laughing and offered us beer. Our heads said no.
Finally, I started the unharmed car. We drove back to town. We went home.
I never spoke to my parents about what I did or how closely they came to having a son killed in a car accident.
The two friends said neither one of them had reached over and turned the wheel…
…Yeah, easy explanations can be found. I know only what happened.
After a life of turmoil and disappointment, a flirtation with Buddhism and some stimulant-fueled happiness, my new wife was healed of a tumor and we started on a journey into Christian Science.
Why we use practitioners
Now there cried a certain woman of the wives of the sons of the prophets unto Elisha, saying, thy servant my husband is dead; and thou knowest that thy servant did fear the Lord: and the creditor is come to take unto him my two sons to be bondmen.
And Elisha said unto her, What shall I do for thee? tell me, what hast thou in the house? And she said, Thine handmaid hath not any thing in the house, save a pot of oil.
Then he said, Go, borrow thee vessels abroad of all thy neighbours, even empty vessels; borrow not a few. And when thou art come in, thou shalt shut the door upon thee and upon thy sons, and shalt pour out into all those vessels, and thou shalt set aside that which is full.
So she went from him, and shut the door upon her and upon her sons, who brought the vessels to her; and she poured out. And it came to pass, when the vessels were full, that she said unto her son, Bring me yet a vessel. And he said unto her, There is not a vessel more. And the oil stayed. Then she came and told the man of God. And he said, Go, sell the oil, and pay thy debt, and live thou and thy children of the rest.
I experienced the truth of this parable years ago, when one of our daughters was admitted to a school for girls and the tuition was high
I phoned our Christian Science teacher, a Practitioner, and asked for help because we were living on my wife’s salary. A CS practitioner helps anyone who asks for help with a problem by praying as we learn in CScience.
Charlie listened and then asked “What have you got in the house?”
I said we had some inherited furniture, he repeated the question and bade me think about it and act on whatever came up.
I hung up the phone and sat down at the typewriter where I was writing a long ambitious novel. But finishing and selling it would be a year or more…then I realized the point he was making, called Charlie again and said “I can type pretty fast.”
He said, go to work. I found firms that hired out typists, went in and they sat me down for a typing test. It was a new Royal typewriter, a big bulky hunk, with keys that moved arms that struck through an inked ribbon to make letters. I had learned to type in a highschool course and exercised while in school on papers due, the school’s newspaper, and in college where I studied journalism. They recorded me at typing more than 100 letters a minute. Or maybe it was wpm, in any case, Fast.
Within an hour they placed me at a small service bureau and that modest $2.50 per-page salary gradually grew until I was earning more money than my previous executive editorial salary.
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It’s spiritual, Against sin, sickness and death
We all think we know these enemies. But do we really understand them?
They are fundamentally wrong beliefs—beliefs that there is any power other than God’s. God created a perfect universe, spiritual and good, including each of us as His children.
The Holy Bible basically begins with two stories. The first one describes God’s spiritual creation, where all that He created is wholly good. The second account in Genesis 2 continues as a kind of parable of what would be the result of believing in evil. The original account in Genesis 1 shows us how to be freed from that belief.
The revolution against evil is bloodless. It’s in thought.
It’s a daily watchfulness and truthfulness.
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