I discovered Christian Science through articles written in the Christian Science magazines. The new and true views of God and His creation brought out in these articles were awesome, to say the least! They were declaring God's allness and onliness and defining evil, devil, as powerless—as nothing, falsely appearing to be something. When I would blurt out some of these ideas to family members and friends, I would often receive blank stares. I early learned to be quiet until I had a better grasp of these ideas. But I longed to share with someone. Then I discovered that there was a Church of Christ, Scientist, in my neighborhood. My response to this news was one of gratitude and relief.
I'll always remember my first visit to the church. This church was like none I had ever attended before. There was a stillness that made me want to tiptoe in so that I wouldn't disturb anything. The stillness wasn't simply the absence of conversations. It was a sense of peace that came from deep down within.
I chose a pew where I would be inconspicuous. I just wanted to be there. I would have been satisfied lying down under that pew! I treasured being there. I stole little peeks at the congregation. These words from a poem by Mary Baker Eddy describe how I felt: "Father, where Thine own children are, / I love to be." Poems, p. 13. Oh, how I treasured the congregation. This treasuring embraced that entire service, which I was quite sure divine Love, God, had planned just for me. The Readers conducting the service, upheld by the truths from the Lesson-Sermon they were appointed to read, were glorious. The soloist, sustained by the solo she sang, was superb. The words of the hymns were all praising God's power, goodness, and ever-presence.
