When I read the invitation in the November 2011 Journal to share what membership in The Mother Church means to me, I could almost hear the sound of a voice on the other end of a phone call I received from The Mother Church back in the early 1960s. Although I never fully realized it until now, that call was pivotal in my spiritual growth.
I joined The Mother Church as a young teenager, went through Sunday School, joined my branch church upon turning 20, and served in many capacities as the years progressed. The letter of Christian Science was being served, but some of the necessary spirit was missing in me during all this.
After 13 years of marriage to one of my Sunday School classmates, having three beautiful children, and living in a custom-built home with a glorious view, my marriage suddenly came to an end. It came as such a jolt to the families on both sides, close friends, and even our family’s long-time Christian Science practitioner, that I found myself in the role of the one to hold things together and be strong. Outwardly I did well, but inwardly not so well. It seemed as though an inner light had gone out and I couldn’t get it to come back.
