I went to a Christian Sunday School while I was growing up, but later on I quit going to church. One day, a few years after I was out of college, I ran into a friend's father. I happened to know he was a Christian Scientist. We chatted for a few minutes about what I had been doing for the last few years. After talking to him, I was filled with great warmth and felt surrounded by light. I also felt a deep peace and wellbeing. The glow from this meeting gradually faded, but the memory of it never did.
At this time, I'd been studying hatha yoga for many years. I began reading a book about a yogi who had come to the United States to teach. On meeting him, a woman had exclaimed, "Here is a man who truly loves God!" I had to ask myself, Do I truly love God? And I had to admit that I didn't.
So I got on my knees and prayed fervently: "Lord, here are the things I love—my family, my friends, cats, sunsets, (the list went on). But I love them because I know them. Lord, I don't feel like I know You. Please let me get to know You so that I can love You." As I got up, I had the distinct feeling that I already did know and love God—but I realized that I wanted to feel closer to Him.
