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Exploring in depth what Christian Science is and how it heals.

Love uncensored

As a young adult I became a member of The Mother Church shortly after the end of World War II. The decision to join the Church seemed to be the culmination of prayerful years during the war in my native Germany.

A tightrope becomes a cable

Recently a friend—a mother of a Christian Science college student—told me of her daughter’s recent question: “Why join The Mother Church?” My friend then asked me a question: “Do you have any thoughts to share?” I realized that the only thoughts I could offer up were my own reasons for joining The Mother Church. Back when I was new to Christian Science, I joined—not knowing what it meant.

The rock of my salvation

Mom was a Christian Scientist —sort of. Dad was an atheist—sort of.

Yes to the vision

Before I found Christian Science, I would have thought a church was the last organization I would want to join. Sure, I considered myself a spiritual seeker, and I’d always had an intuitive belief in God.

Charity to all

Charity to All. While members of this Church do not believe in the doctrines of theosophy, hypnotism, or spiritualism, they cherish no enmity toward those who do believe in such doctrines, and will not harm them.

Several years ago, I was in Matadi

Several years ago, I was in Matadi, a port city in Bas-Congo in the Democratic Republic of Congo to give a lecture on Christian Science. The Christian Science Society in Matadi had rented a room for the lecture in a building next to a large outdoor market.

Several years ago

 Several years ago while I was having lunch with a neighbor, she began to ask questions about Christian Science. In that crowded restaurant, I did what you might call “on-the-ground” praying so that I could speak in language that was accurate, accessible, and clear.

Helmet? Check. Gloves? Check. Right motives? Check.

After an accident at a trackday, a motorcyclist's prayers lead him to necessary self-examination—and healing.

Our very own angels

Praying for her son’s well-being after a sports injury, a mother finds comfort and peace in an unexpected “angel” thought.

I don’t think I’ve met a person who doesn’t love spring—the way everything springs up new, full of life and color and promise. We don’t just see the newness of spring; we feel its glory in our hearts.