I HEARD an interesting talk this summer given by a nurse who practices “natural medicine.” She was a mother of nine children who lived with her family on a farm in Virginia.
Years ago when she and her husband were living in Africa as Protestant missionaries, she had an awakening about the practice of mainstream, modern medicine.
One day, their little daughter climbed to the top of a pile of sewage that always stood in the village, sat down and put her thumb in her mouth.
The girl became deathly ill. She was evacuated by plane to a big, modern hospital where she was given the best possible treatment by the best possible specialists. The girl survived, but she was very weak when she returned from the hospital weeks later. The mother spoke to doctors in America and France, trying to find possible solutions. Nothing worked and her daughter grew weaker again.
Filled with worry and believing her daughter may slowly die, the mother went to talk to an old woman in the village. “This kind of thing must have happened to others many times,” she said. “What do you do for them?” (more…)
