At the time when I found Christian Science, I was suffering from a skin disease for which I had tried several medicines, none of which had been successful. This, however, was not the reason why I decided to buy the book Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy the very first time I saw it in a display window of a Christian Science Reading Room.
After traveling ten hours for church-related meetings in Boston, I awoke the next morning in my hotel room with the symptoms of severe food poisoning. A tour was planned in a few hours, and I did not want to miss it.
Seven years ago I was serving as First Reader in my branch Church of Christ, Scientist. One Sunday, as I was in the middle of conducting the church service, I suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed on the floor.
Recently, at The Mother Church’s online Wednesday testimony meeting, participants sang the hymn that begins, “Help us to help each other, Lord” (Charles Wesley, Christian Science Hymnal, No. 107 ).
My parents separated when I was three years old. At the time it was the Great Depression in the United States, and they lost their two restaurants.
One year a friend and I took her convertible to our annual Christian Science association meeting, a day of spiritual enrichment and of fellowship with people who had taken class instruction with our Christian Science teacher. I always look forward to these occasions and leave feeling renewed and uplifted.
My husband and I moved into a new house several years ago, and on the day before Thanksgiving, I was unpacking. As I stood on a countertop, reaching to a cabinet near the ceiling, a glass fell.
Several years ago I noticed a bump on my body. I began praying to see myself as God’s spiritual child, created “very good,” as stated in Genesis 1:31.
Three years ago, when living and working in Lebanon, I started feeling some pain in my right shoulder. Absorbed by my work and daily activities, I must confess, I did not take time to reject the erroneous belief that matter has intelligence and to pray about the situation.
Over half a century ago, I was a student at a junior college in Illinois about 40 miles outside of Chicago. I played on the school’s baseball team.