When I was attending college, a dear Christian Science practitioner offered to take me to Sunday School. He was teaching the college-age class.
While I had grown up attending Christian Science Sunday School, I was not, at that time, interested. I went once or twice, but after that, when the practitioner and his wife would stop by on Sundays to pick me up, I either hid or sent a roommate out to tell them I could not go.
Several years passed, and when I had graduated from college, I became a member of a branch Church of Christ, Scientist, and had class instruction in Christian Science. I felt remorse for my conduct toward this kind gentleman—I was ashamed that I hadn’t had the courage to face him when he’d come to take me to Sunday School. I wanted him to know about my spiritual progress since then and the changes that had taken place in my life. So I sent him a letter. I will never forget the response I received back: “I never doubted it for a moment.”
