One Sunday morning before church I found myself wondering, “Why are you hurrying?” My answer surprised me: “Because I can’t wait to see the eyes of the ushers!”
The Sunday before, I had gone back to a Christian Science church for the first time in several years and was greeted by the ushers. Their eyes were so filled with Christly love as I entered the church that I knew I’d returned home.
During those years when I had stopped going to church, I had unsuccessfully tried to put the pieces of my life back together. I began drinking heavily after suffering a traumatic experience. I mentally and emotionally broke down. I quit caring about everything, and though I didn’t recognize it at the time, I had become an alcoholic.
