Although I attended the Christian Science Sunday School and dearly loved it, I felt I hadn't learned just how to use what was being presented to me. I cherished the knowledge that God is to be honored, and that He cares for each of us. But, for several reasons, after I was married I no longer attended church, and I stopped studying Science.
When our first two children were small, it was necessary for me to periodically have my back adjusted. These visits became more frequent, until I was going to the doctor for this purpose almost every month.
One day I felt very uncomfortable with a different complaint, so I decided to go to the doctor and have a complete physical examination. Even though I had turned to a material means of treatment for my back, I guess I still felt that my Sunday School training would be a protection to me, and that the diagnosis wouldn't reveal anything significant. Well, much to my amazement and dismay the doctor said I had a heart disorder, high blood pressure, a sinus condition, and arthritis. I was dejected and beside myself with fear. I felt helpless in the face of the medical diagnosis and decided not to return to the physician. Instead, I went to see a Christian Science practitioner—a previous Sunday School teacher.
