On looking back over the twenty-five years during which I have been a member of the Congregational Church, I can see how I was being made ready to accept Christian Science when it should come to me.
Hot-tempered and impulsive, timid and sensitive, yet earnest and conscientious, my whole life has been one of hard struggle with the seemingly warring elements within me.
When falsely accused and misjudged by one very dear to me, and for whom I had done much, I was very angry, and remember saying in reply to her statement that God told her to tell me what she had, “Then if that is the kind of a God you have, I hate him.” I silently vowed then and there that I never would consider myself a Christian again until I found some conception of God different from that which could hold Him as teaching a lie.
