When I was a freshman in college, I began having what were called epileptic seizures. These seizures were severe, and I was taken to a doctor, who diagnosed this medical issue and prescribed medication that would hopefully hold the condition in check, but not cure it.
The medicine was strong and tough on my body, with no guarantee that it would work or continue to work satisfactorily. I was told this was the best that the medical community could do for me. I was not yet aware of Christian Science, and since I had no apparent alternatives, I took the medicine for several years.
My parents and family had provided me with a fairly strong Christian upbringing. It began to bother me that I had this problem and that there was apparently nothing I could do except take the medicine and hope it would continue to work. During the next three years of college, I took some religion classes in an effort to better understand my religion and hopefully learn a better way to live my life with this problem. It also came to me that I had been taught from the Bible that God, the all-knowing and all-doing, created all that was created, and all of it was good. I also knew God’s creation was finished. That meant to me that God created and governed man. His work was done. It made no sense to me that God would knowingly create man, but that man could be a failure and eventually die.