Although raised a Christian Scientist, I refused to attend the Christian Science Sunday School when I became a college student. In fact. I avoided any association with my "childhood" religion. However, out of respect for my parents, I did accept from them a subscription to The Christian Science Monitor. I didn't read it, but I didn't reject it.
During one particularly trying semester I found myself confused and unfulfilled in my chosen area of study. In desperation I instinctively turned to God for guidance— but not, I thought, to Christian Science, for I felt too grown-up for that. I prayed for God to show me what to do with my life and how to proceed with my education. Unmistakably the message came to read those Monitors delivered to my dorm each day. Resisting this leading, I prayed again and again—each time getting the same message. Finally I obeyed.
For days I read practically every word of every article in each Monitor, including the religious articles. Gradually a new sense of peace came over me, and I realized that I no longer resisted Christian Science; in fact, it dawned on me that this would be the only way of life I could ever embrace.
