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Seventeen years ago Christian Science came into my...
Seventeen years ago Christian Science came into my life like a burst of light. Until then I had been a member of another Christian denomination since childhood; but although I attended Sunday School and church regularly, read my Bible, sang in church choirs, taught Sunday School, and joined women's associations, I never quite "found God." I always left a church service feeling there must be something more. I felt somehow that it must be my inadequacy and unworthiness that left me feeling empty.
In a renewed effort to find and serve God, I joined a Bible discussion group, and during one meeting several religions were criticized; one of them was Christian Science. The following Sunday, Christian Science was mentioned from the pulpit of the church I was attending. The main point of criticism seemed to be that Christian Scientists did not believe that there was such a thing as evil.
At that time I regularly drove past a Christian Science church and Reading Room, and the next afternoon I decided to go to the Reading Room and see for myself. I will never forget that first afternoon; I knew immediately I had found what I had searched for all my life. I found God—not a distant, elusive God, but the one God, ever present, ever loving and just, the All-in-all God. When I left I felt I was walking on air. Everything was brighter, clearer, and my heart was singing.
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