I was not raised in Christian Science, but in a more “mainstream” Christian denomination. Still, I felt strange growing up. I asked questions about God for which no one seemed
Maybe the rest of the world would have called me “strange” for being a Christian Scientist. But for me, that wasn’t the issue. It was my family that mattered to
I remember the first time I really identified myself as a Christian Scientist. I was a residential advisor at my college during our summer team building exercises. We had to
“What do you think is the purpose of your life?” Yikes. Really? I’d been looking forward to a light-hearted evening full of dance and laughter—not to mention a much-appreciated Western
“Are you drunk?” My hallmate peered at me under the flashing lights as I shook my head and continued dancing. “I’m high on life, not on drugs!” I shouted over
When I was growing up there were many times I felt different or more appropriately “strange.” I’ve attended a Christian Science church all my life. I started in the nursery,
One year when I was in college I came home for the Christmas holiday break. One of my old friends called and asked if I’d like to go out dancing
“Why are you here?! You should be at home in bed.” “But I’m fine. I want to do the play.” “Two days ago we sent you home with an ear
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