Recently I started attending church again after being away from it for several years. It wasn’t that I lived far from a Christian Science church; there’s one just a short drive from my house. But it may as well have been a million miles away. This is the story of how I found my way back.
I was raised in Christian Science but eventually ended up going my own way. In my mid-twenties, though, when life didn’t go exactly as planned and I faced daunting physical challenges, I needed to know there was a God who is infinite Love and who heals all our diseases (see Psalms 103:2, 3), the God I had learned about in Sunday School. As a result, I became reacquainted with Christian Science and it quickly became the most important thing in my life, a beacon, the “pearl of great price.”
But slowly, over many years, that beacon began to dim. Inspiration didn’t come as easily. Reading the Christian Science Bible Lesson became a chore. No matter how much I prayed or studied, it felt like I wasn’t making progress, and in fact, was moving in the wrong direction.
