How I Found Christian Science February 17, 2014 Issue

A clear, loving message

Irene Miller

Many years ago, I was teaching Sunday School in Libya at an Air Force base where my husband was stationed. A requirement was to spend a month teaching each of the popular Protestant religions, since the Sunday School was nondenominational. My curiosity was aroused concerning all these religions, and I vowed to study the Bible and decide which was right.

As I read, I found I was most stumped by the books of Genesis and Revelation—especially the stark differences between the accounts of creation’s beginning and ending. As I reread and pondered, I asked God in prayer to let me know which religion on earth was correct—and fully trusted that the answer would be shown to me.

Our two years in Libya ended, and we came back home stateside. All our belongings were sent back to the United States as well, and part of our garage was filled with miscellaneous items, including a footlocker I did not recognize. When I opened it, I saw it contained a brand new book. Nothing else. I took the book and placed it on a shelf under our television set.