Article July 3, 1976 Issue

It's Great to Be "peculiar"

Joyce E. Dronsfield

"As soon as they'll let me, I'll quit going to Sunday School and have nothing more to do with Christian Science!" I said vehemently to myself, as I looked in the mirror and combed my hair. It was Sunday, and I was very reluctantly getting ready to take my younger brother and sister to Sunday School—and myself.

I was fifteen and feeling different from all my friends, a difference I loathed. They didn't go to Sunday School at their churches anymore, or if they did, they were teaching the youngest ones. And they weren't stuck with a religion that people thought was offbeat and peculiar. I didn't want to be labeled as "peculiar."

In our part of England there didn't seem to be many people interested in Christian Science. Certainly I knew of none in my high school. People thought it was a strange American fad. I was making sure nobody knew I was involved with Christian Science. After all, my parents weren't Christian Scientists and didn't go to church themselves. Why should I have to go to Sunday School just because they thought it was a good thing?

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