At this time of year, when so many people around the world are thinking about meaningful giving, we thought readers of the Journal would enjoy the following experience.
My parents were not particularly religious. Dad had left his orthodox church. My mom, who had lost her mom when she was a baby, was pretty much an atheist. As for me, there were always pressing questions about life and God that coursed through my thinking. The woman next door, affectionately known as Grandma, would take me down the street to the Protestant church on the corner. It was there, as a young girl, I learned the stories of Bible characters such as Moses and Daniel —and of course, of Christ Jesus. One summer when I was about twelve, I read the Bible from cover to cover. I had so many questions! I wanted to understand the meaning of the stories and how they applied to my life. I felt I needed to know who Jesus was, and what he meant by what he said.
From the Office of the Publisher, the Writings of Mary Baker Eddy
