WHEN I WAS A FRESHMAN in high school, my family moved to Scottsdale, Arizona. I got a part-time job working at a drug store on Indian School Road and every time I went to work I would pass this place with a sign out front that read, "Christian Science Church." I always wondered, "What is that place?" The word Science seemed so strange when put with Christian. I envisioned people walking around in white lab coats.
One day, on the way to work, I decided to check it out, so I pulled into the parking lot, and got out and stuck my nose against the glass, looking in various windows. It didn't look like a laboratory. It looked kind of like a church. But, I still couldn't comprehend that word Science. I saw a box that read, "Free Literature," so I chose a pamphlet and took it with me.
After work, when I got home, I started to read the pamphlet, but I couldn't understand it. It sounded strange compared to the religion my family actively practiced, so I just threw the pamphlet away. I thought that was the end of it. I continued in the religion that my family had practiced for generations even though I mentally and physically rebelled against it from time to time. If someone had told me when I was sixteen that some day I would join a Christian Science church, and one day I would stand up in that same church on Indian School Road and give a testimony, I would have told them they were crazy!
