I have loved reading the series this year on “What membership in The Mother Church means to me,” and I am reminded nostalgically, and with some amusement, of my own experience with becoming a member.
When I turned 12 years old, I was living just outside of Boston and was attending Sunday School at The Mother Church. My Sunday School teacher had thoroughly prepared my class for membership, so I applied to join as soon as I could. However, because our family lived within a ten-mile radius of The Mother Church, I was requested to appear for a personal interview—even at just 12 years of age!
My parents told me that if I was old enough to apply for membership, then I had to do the interview on my own. My mother had taught me my way around via public transportation, since from time to time I would come in to The Christian Science Publishing Society to meet my dad, who worked there until noon on Saturdays, and then we would come back home together.
