Back In The 1970s I got caught up in the burgeoning drug culture. Although I'd gone to a Christian Science Sunday School and loved a lot about Christian Science, I still felt a need to "belong" with my friends. So for several years I spent much of my time buying, selling, and using marijuana.
As time passed, however, I became unable to handle the drugs. A great fear would grip me after having taken even small amounts. I also felt I didn't need the "high" anymore. So I quit taking drugs, but continued selling them, because I was making quite a lot of money.
Then one day as I was waiting in a parking lot to meet my supplier, a police car pulled up. Somehow, I knew that my life as a dealer was over. And although I was sure I was going to be arrested, I still had a feeling that God was in complete control of the situation, and was gently but firmly correcting my behavior.
