I can still see my mother's face when, at the age of seventeen, I told her I was going to leave the Christian Science Sunday School and start attending church services instead. My reason? I wasn't getting anything out of Sunday School anymore.
Then one Easter vacation I attended a Christian Science lecture. I can't recall now what my mother said to get me to this lecture, but I wasn't the same when it was over. Not only was I not bored, but I'd had my first glimpse of the Christ, revealing the truth of God, man, and their relationship. I saw something of the completely spiritual idea of being. There were actually tears running down my cheeks afterward. I had been awakened to the aliveness of spiritual ideas and had for a moment felt the reality of spiritual existence.
I was also humble enough to bring my disappointment with Sunday School out into the open. I asked this kind lecturer if I might speak with him privately. He agreed. "I'm not getting anything out of Sunday School anymore," I announced rather peevishly.
