I never read the story of the...

I never read the story of the prodigal son in Luke's wonderful Gospel that I do not liken my own experience to that of the prodigal. I know the joy he must have felt in returning to his father's household, for such was my joy upon returning to my Father-Mother God and to His home—heaven.

I had been brought up in Christian Science and had attended the Sunday school from the time I was six years old until I was eighteen. Because of a combination of circumstances at that time I decided to give it up. For several years thereafter. I spent my life seeking worldly pleasures, companions, and environments.

After my marriage a more normal mode of living replaced the former one, but I was still without a God, nor did I want one. At the time our baby girl was born I was still not interested in Christian Science, but the following experience took place. I had been in the hospital for two days without the birth having taken place. In desperation, early in the morning of the third day, without volition on my part, I began quietly to repeat to myself the entire "scientific statement of being" from Science and Health by our Leader, Mary Baker Eddy (p. 468), which every Christian Science Sunday School pupil knows by heart. An hour later, without a single pain, the baby was born. Undoubtedly my mother was doing impersonal work, and this was of great benefit; and my natural reaching out for the truth I had been taught in Sunday school enabled me to receive this blessing.

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May 11, 1946

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