CHURCH LIVES December 6, 2004 Issue

Woven into a world-encircling love

By Michaela Von Burski—Freiburg, Germany

SHORTLY AFTER STARTING MY TRAINING as a textile designer, I was sitting at the loom one night, totally engrossed in new patterns I was experimenting with.

Suddenly, an unwelcome thought interrupted my work that went something like this: "It's Wednesday night, and if you want to go to the church meeting (at a branch church of The First Church of Christ, Scientist, in Boston that I had recently joined), you've got to get going now."

Very annoying, that thought. It threw me into a conflict. I didn't want to leave. Couldn't I just go next Wednesday? I wondered. And weren't enough other people participating in the meeting that they didn't even need me? But my peace was gone. And so before I knew it, I was on my way to the bus, then the subway train. I arrived at church just a tiny bit late. This was a meeting where we would share healings, and I found I was able to share something I was grateful for. Later, on the way home, I read through a whole edition of Der Christian Science Herold— a German sister magazine of the Sentinel. And I realized I had actually enjoyed the whole evening.

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