A Christian Scientist whom I first met some years ago, a younger man we’ll call Mike, recently asked me why I left Christian Science. I sensed he was open to a full and honest explanation. (more…)

When I received Christ in 1989 I began the long journey of becoming a believer and leaving the dogma and darkness of Christian Science behind me. It was a slow process of untangling (more…)

Coming from four generations of Christian Scientists on both sides, the process of leaving Science was slow for me at first, then suddenly fast. When devoted to CS, I had no idea of the immense amount of false teaching (more…)

The last ten-plus years have constituted a mental struggle leading at last to my departure from Christian Science.  I was a fourth-generation Scientist, class taught, (more…)

Why did I always feel like something was missing? I am have been married for 17 years, have three incredible children, a dear husband who I adore and live a very full life. (more…)

Christmas is beloved to me a season of new birth personally, as well as a celebration of Jesus’ birth. Over the years as a young adult Christian Scientist, raising our kids, teaching Sunday school, active with Adventure Unlimited and Principia, I found it harder and harder (more…)

Carl Gans of Santa Barbara, originator of the idea for this website, here concludes the interview he and I began back in May. “Pray that God would open a door of conversation,” he urges in reply to my final question regarding our intercession (more…)

Carl Gans, my yokefellow in starting this website (see Philippians 4:3), has contributed the second part of his reply to a blog interview I began with him some weeks ago. (more…)

Carl Gans of Santa Barbara, California, is a husband, father, attorney, and one of the founders of this website. The Ananias letter on our home page, though cosigned by several of us, was his idea, and I have personally been strengthened a great deal (more…)

I am sharing this with you because I love all Christian Scientists. God has laid it upon my heart to put down in writing certain aspects of my life and my spiritual journey (more…)

Morning. Thoughts about life; about music. I make coffee and pour a cup. Max, the Chowderhead, is fed and lying at my feet. I pick up staff paper, blank – and pencil, loaded. Nothing comes. (more…)

Mike Norman, a New England man in his fifties, will remember the weeks from Labor Day to Election Day 2008 not so much for the economic or political headlines as for his new birth (more…)