Article March 28, 2011 Issue

What’s in a name?

By Andie Raffles

One summer day, before my freshman year in college, I took my dog for a walk. I often find these walks very peaceful, as they give me a chance to appreciate all of God’s wonderful creation. That day, just as my dog and I turned into the park, the strong thought came to me that I should take Christian Science class instruction.

I didn’t get a clear answer on who my teacher should be, however. I would pray off and on for direction, but never felt like I had a clear answer. I knew throughout the whole process that God was governing me and that I just had to trust Him and listen, but it felt like God wasn’t working on my time schedule—and I found that to be frustrating. 

This went on for about a year. I asked a number of people how they’d found their Christian Science teachers, and they all said that the answer had become very clear to them in one way or another. I couldn’t understand why my experience wasn’t like that. I wanted to go through class so much. Why was I having such a hard time finding which teacher was right for me?