Where Is God?

When I was fourteen years old or so, I passed through a period when I didn't know where God was. I was a pupil in a Christian Science Sunday School. So I had available to me all the help I needed, but I didn't seem to be able to make use of it.

If God was anywhere, He (or She) seemed to be stuck inside "the books"—the Bible, and Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy. The books seemed shrines of ink and paper. When I was in trouble, I would worship the books rather than carefully study them and put into practice what they said.

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