How I Found Christian Science April 18, 2016 Issue

Seeing the real picture

Carol Rounds

During my teen years my outlook on life was bleak. Like many others of my generation I was overwhelmed by accounts of war, poverty, racial prejudice, social injustice, and predictions of catastrophic future events. In addition, family life was difficult. I often argued with my father, who had many personal problems, and I felt that he was unfair and often scary. I longed to feel a sense of peace.

I attended a Christian Science Sunday School at the urging of my parents, who were not Christian Scientists. They wanted their children to have some religious training, and they liked what they perceived as the Christian Scientists’ positive outlook on life. But we did not study or practice this religion at home.

While I liked hearing in Sunday School about a God of love, who cares for each of His children, and the idea that life is not what the testimony of the material senses says it is, I just couldn’t accept it. The overwhelming evidence was that life was bleak.

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