Headaches healed

One Saturday morning I woke up with a headache, which lingered for the entire day. I tried to dismiss it by saying to myself, “It’s just a headache; it will go away.” But it didn’t. I took my mom to the hairdresser in the afternoon, and still the headache persisted. 

On my way to dropping her at home, my cellphone rang. It was my ten-year-old son, but I couldn’t hear him as he was speaking softly. So I told him I would call him back; I was on the road in traffic. When I called him, he told me that his head was hurting and his daddy had told him to take a shower. At first I felt responsible for his headache because sometimes when I had a particular complaint, I noticed that one of my sons would have the same thing. But then I stopped thinking that way, knowing that there can be no transmittal of any condition, either mentally or physically. 

It says in Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, “The Scientist knows that there can be no hereditary disease, since matter is not intelligent and cannot transmit good or evil intelligence to man, and God, the only Mind, does not produce pain in matter” (Mary Baker Eddy, pp. 412–413). I reminded my son what his Sunday School teacher had taught him about how to heal, and told him I’d be home soon. 

When I hung up, I immediately recognized that I was God’s reflection; therefore, I was incapable of any discomfort, and this headache was just one of mortal mind’s lies about man. My son, too, was incapable of discomfort, as he also was the perfect image of God.

When I arrived home, there was no change with my son, but the pain in my head was fading. I continued acknowledging that God’s image is pure and perfect, and I was certain that my son and I reflected God’s purity and perfection. My son was lying on a chair in the living room looking at television, so I took an old Kids’ Sentinel and we went into his bedroom to read. We both noticed that in most of the testimonies of healing we read, the children mentioned Psalm 23.  

Suddenly I heard my son talking softly, and I thought he was asking me a question. But as I listened more closely, I realized that he was reciting Psalm 23, so I joined him. We then continued reading from the Kids’ Sentinel. He suddenly sat up in his bed smiling. When I asked what was the matter, he said that he felt good. I told him we could rejoice in the Lord, giving God thanks and praise for this experience.

My son’s dad, who is not a Christian Scientist, was away from home briefly. Upon his return he asked what had happened, as he knew the condition our son had been in when he’d left. I told him our son had been healed through prayer.

Angela Bhagwan
St. Georges, Grenada