"Precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little and there a little." Isaiah 28:10
"Precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, line upon line, line upon line, here a little and there a little." Isaiah 28:10
Ever since the start of the pandemic, I have made a specific point of praying about the innocence of God’s children, especially those of school-age. I am so grateful for the great sense of dominion and freedom that has come from this—for myself as a schoolteacher and my two little boys as pupils. All three of us continued going into “physical school” during the lockdowns and witnessed examples of God’s Love in action at every turn. There were challenges to be met along the way. These were met in beautiful and strengthening ways through an increasing sense of humility and relinquishing all power to God.
Not long into the start of this academic year, there seemed to be a real sense of unease in my secondary school. Despite the number of Covid cases appearing to rise rapidly, the decision was made to not wear face masks. I allowed my thinking to become clouded over. A few days later, a routine test I was required to take came back positive for Covid. I was shocked and felt a massive sense of false responsibility. What about my exam classes? How were my two little boys going to get to and from primary school? How were we to provide wrap-around care for them with me out of action and my husband working long hours quite a commute from home?
All needs were beautifully met as I continually went back to the thought a dear practitioner had shared: “‘In the beginning God,’ not ‘In the beginning this problem, that disease, etc.’” I witnessed, from afar, my young sons washing each other’s faces and helping each other brush their teeth. A grandparent would walk them to school, and a school friend’s parent would walk them home afterwards. All of this reminded me of the brother birds, soaring and singing, which Mary Baker Eddy mentions in her poem, “Love.”
Despite being busy setting and monitoring schoolwork and marking, my ten days of isolation became a beautiful ark of prayerful study and pondering. One significant angel-thought which addressed my initial dis-ease regarding the mask situation came from a wonderful podcast on JSH-Online. The speaker stated that a mask—given its spiritual significance—was actually a filtering system. They explained that, in reality, the only filtering that was needed was to protect our consciousness from fear. I was soon back at school with no residual effects.
This experience proved to be a real building block when, several months later, we were faced with this belief again. There appeared to be a real surge of cases at the boys’ primary school. Parents were advised to keep testing all family members. Within the space of a few days, both of the young boys and I had tested positive. I was overcome with emotion. I just sat at the kitchen table and sobbed. How could this be? Surely this belief had been overcome once! I shared my anguish with a practitioner: we now seemed to be dealing with three cases! This dear lady replied, “Well, three times zero is still zero, you know.” It was a simple, yet very profound, truth. It really struck a chord with the two boys, as the older one had been busy learning times tables at school!
As I quietened self and earnestly listened to my Father-Mother, I realised that I needed to eradicate any sense of this lie having ever had any power, ever. My previous experience had only ever been a zero, just as this one was. In the Bible lesson that week was the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. Like the three Hebrew boys, we reasoned that we too could entertain the Christ in any situation and remain unscathed. As I continued praying along these lines, I was struck by the fact that there wasn’t even the smell of fire on their clothes. We, too, could leave this belief behind once and for all, and continue to grow spiritually—completely untouched by the false belief. Before long, we were all back at school with a greater sense of dominion and God’s love for all. As Fenella once stated when I was rejoicing over a previous healing with her: “It’s a never-wazza. Out of the dream and over to God!”