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From medical work to a different path
We all face forks in the road, where we must choose a course of action—sometimes with life-changing results. Such was the case for me a number of years ago, when I first encountered Christian Science.
I went to medical school for about six years, and then began work as a therapist at a drug treatment center for terminally ill patients. One day, shortly before my graduation, while traveling to New York for special training, I stopped in Boston, where I spotted an impressive domed building with a huge reflecting pool. I didn’t know it then as The Mother Church, but out of curiosity I checked it out. The two women who greeted me in the church building made an indelible impression—I felt there was something unique about them. At that time I was not interested in their religion, but their kindness resonated with me.
Soon afterward, I met a woman who had been raised as a Christian Scientist, who shared her religious beliefs with me. Despite my years of medical training, these new ideas about health and healing made sense; in fact, I felt I had finally found what I had been searching for. For years I’d felt there must be more to life and to God than I’d learned in my childhood church, a mainline Christian denomination. In pursuit of answers I’d dropped out of college twice (before entering medical school), become a vegetarian, taken on a meditation guru, and had all but given up on religion. But now I finally felt I was finding satisfying answers to my questions.
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