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A Zigzag Course
I was sixteen. Really looking for something to get my teeth into. At that time the Christian Science Sunday School didn't do it for me. I hated having to fake it at church—the smiles, and the "how are you's—I'm fine's." Feeling like a hypocrite, I dropped it. The Sunday School teachers tried hard, but God seemed too far away.
I wanted to bring God up close, make Him touchable. I didn't know I would dry up so many streams in the process. First, to be one of the guys, I drank alcohol. No enlightenment in that, only hangovers. A couple of years later I was living on my own. The excitement of the hippie movement caused me to feel like a new bird coming out of his shell. I consumed a wide assortment of drugs in the hope that they would guide me to God.
"Slow me down, Lord!"
JAMES K. KYSER
Immunity from Contagion
HELEN L. CONNELLY
Let Trust Displace Worry
ROBERT JOHN ROBERTS
Understanding the Nothingness of Evil
BRITTA LYSHEIM MIERITZ
A Zigzag Course
WANDA D. HUGHES
Where Is Beauty?
DORIS E. WHITFORD
After the Horse Ride
Julie M. Harris
Dealing with the Population Explosion
Geoffrey J. Barratt
Mental influences: The Great Hoax
In the Preface of the Christian Science textbook we read, "To...
Dorothy Irene Morris
Some years ago I worked in an area of a big city that was considered...
Jean Lundahl Jayne
My mother learned of Christian Science more than seventy...
Faith Walker Axtell with contributions from Amelia C. Rothrock
Early one Saturday afternoon I was riding my bicycle down a...
Duncan Robert Moon with contributions from Lucille E. Dowson