Article January 7, 1985 Issue

Christian Science—a religion of joy

EVA M. MULLER

Believe it or not, I was a dropout. Not from school—from church. After I was confirmed in a Protestant church at the age of fourteen, I was determined that church was not for me. It was not because of what I had learned about God and Christ Jesus. I liked that very much. What puzzled me was that people who called themselves followers of Christ often failed to live up to the Christian standard.

I decided to go my own way, not without God but without church. I knew I needed God always, but I felt I had no need for a church—for God was everywhere.

This was all very well, and I was quite satisfied with the way things worked out. Many times during the Second World War, I needed God's protection and guidance, and I can honestly say that He never failed me when I earnestly turned to Him. So, I drifted along happily, sometimes falling on my face, but always pulling myself up again.

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