I became a member of The Mother Church when I was 16 years old. My membership kept me safe through my rebellious teenage years. Although I chose to surround myself with other teens who drank alcohol, smoked, stole, and used drugs, I still felt separate from those activities.
I may have engaged in them every now and again, but whenever I did, and throughout all those years, I always felt that “Mother” (which for me meant The Mother Church) was gently looking over my shoulder.
My membership in The Mother Church kept me safe and protected me.
This was not a condemning look, but more of a gentle persuasion. I could sense that these activities were not really a part of me nor of my friends. And I felt that “Mother” was encouraging me to uphold the standard of conduct I made a commitment to as a Christian Scientist, and when I joined The Mother Church.
