When the movie The Wizard of Oz first came out, color was just being introduced to film. So the jump from the earlier part of the story that took place in Kansas (in black and white) to Dorothy’s arrival in Oz—filmed in brilliant color—was startling. It reminds me of what happened to my life the first time I attended a Christian Science Sunday School.
Up until age 11, my life was in some respects lonely and dreary. My divorced mother always took my little brother and me to a Protestant Sunday School, and I loved the teachers, the hymns, the Bible stories, and the minister. But everything we were taught did not seem to relate to our lives. I used to wish I had been alive during the time of Jesus, but then I thought, “Even if I had met Jesus and he had healed me one time, what good would that do the next time I got sick?”
My mother remarried a kind man who told her about two childhood healings he had when the doctor told his parents that he was dying. A Christian Science practitioner lived on their block. She was called, came to the house—and my stepfather was healed. When my mother heard that, she took us to the local branch Church of Christ, Scientist. From the first day that I attended, all of my questions were answered.
