My life changed for the better

When I was a kid, I loved being in Sunday School, whatever the denomination. Since second grade I’d pretty much gone to every church that was within walking distance of my home. I’d learned Bible stories illustrated on a felt board in one church, memorized the books of the Bible at another, heard about the work of missionaries in yet another, and occasionally the whole family would go to hear my dad’s father sing in his church’s choir. Sometimes I listened to evangelical sermons on the radio, and sometimes we’d visit my mom’s parents, who would take us to the Christian Science Sunday School. 

When I was in eighth grade, we moved to a new community, where Mom suggested I choose a single church to attend. I visited several churches with new friends, but chose the Christian Science church because it was teaching me to identify myself and others with spiritual goodness. That church (through its Sunday School) was also teaching me that we reflect a wholly good God. It also gave me a quiet sense of assurance that because God is truly the only power and cares for His children, all would be well. 

During my childhood, Mom and Dad faced a lot of emotional and financial challenges that weren’t easily resolved. Tensions ran high, and common infractions such as letting screen doors slam or forgetting to put tools away could release days of fury. I entertained and protected my younger siblings during protracted familial battles. Sunday School gave me hope, and Mom kept the family together, showering us all with unconditional love and forgiveness.

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A trip to remember
September 4, 2017

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