When I was about two years old, my mother enrolled me in the Christian Science Sunday School. However, because my father was opposed, I soon stopped going, and Christian Science was not discussed in our family until I was in high school.
Although I have no specific recollections of that brief Sunday School experience, I do remember growing up embracing the concept of an all-loving God in whom was no evil. I felt at home with this sense of God as Love, and it seemed that many of my little hurts and troubles naturally disappeared by my trusting in this good, caring God.
When I entered high school, however, the conflicting evidence of materiality began to argue more strongly against this innate desire to know and trust God, and I gradually became frustrated and discouraged. I looked for a religion that defined God as I did but found none. The turning point came when I was invited to attend a Christian Science Sunday School by some new friends.
