Learning that Life is eternal

Just before I turned 15, my brother, Richard (Dick), joined the army. This was in 1967 during the Vietnam War. When it seemed likely that he would be sent to Vietnam, my mother decided it was time for the family to go back to church. Until then, we hadn’t attended any church regularly, though I have vague recollections of attending a church at Easter and Christmas.

This time, my mom picked First Church of Christ, Scientist, the Christian Science church near us. She chose the Christian Science church for the simple reason that my grandmother’s cousin, who lived in another country, was a Christian Scientist and my mom liked her.

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