When I was in my early twenties, I thought religion was outdated, irrelevant, and frankly, boring. It was the '60s—the era of recreational drugs, the sexual revolution, and the war in Vietnam. Even though I had attended a Christian Science Sunday School and experienced many healings as a child, religion just didn't seem relevant. Many members of my generation were saying, "God is dead." I was one of them.
After college, I moved to New York City and started a successful career in advertising. My salary was substantial for a young woman, and I made the most of it—flying around the country on business trips and internationally on pleasure trips. Once, after I was healed of hepatitis through Christian Science treatment, I promised my parents that I would reexamine my materialistic lifestyle and turn to God for more solid direction and meaning in my life. It was a promise quickly broken.
Although I had a lot of money in the bank, I was spiritually bankrupt.
