Five Questions

In the last month or two I’ve started being more open with some of post-Christian Science friends about my Christian Science upbringing. Often, the people I’ve shared with have been people who never knew me while I was still “in Science” — or people who were not quite aware of my background and upbringing. Everyone has been supportive, but they’ve also been baffled as to why anyone would believe in Christian Science in the first place.

This post is being done in collaboration with my fellow ex-Christian Scientist blogger at Emerging Gently. We have also posed these same questions to other ex-Christian Scientists. Their answers appear in a series of posts on The Ex-Christian Scientist*.

There have been five questions that have popped up again and again
  1. How did you get into Christian Science?
  2. Why did you stay in for so long?
  3. What made you decide to leave?
  4. Why would anyone join?
  5. Did you really believe?

I can only answer these questions for myself, but I welcome others to chime in on their experiences in the comments, or as a contributing post over at The Ex-Christian Scientist*.

How did you get into Christian Science?

Like many Christian Scientists (and members of most religions) I was born into it. My father discovered and converted to Christian Science in the mid-1960s (he was in his mid-to-late 30s), and convinced my mother (who was in her mid-to-late 20s) to convert (in the late 1970s early 1980s) as well. They were strongly in the faith when I arrived on the scene in the early 1980s.

My mother has argued I was “not raised quote in Science” and to some extent I agree, I was allowed to take biology classes in school, and got to sit through some very basic “our changing bodies” videos in elementary school. That did not prevent me from remaining relatively ignorant of human physiology and biology (the library and internet were helpful there), a very warped perspective of pain and illness, and a lasting discomfort surrounding all things medical.

Why did you stay in for so long?

When you are raised with these ideas from birth and are repeatedly told them by people that you love, trust and respect it is hard to break free from them.

Like many others, I was raised being told that Christian Science was the One True Religion, Ms. Eddy’s “time for thinkers has come” quote was great, and as long as my thought came back to CS as the OTR things were fine. After I moved out, the ingrained CS habits — not going to a doctor, “praying” about (or flat-out ignoring) problems, general ignorance of the human body/basic biology, etc. remained. Acknowledging health issues or other problems (aka “error”) gave them power and made them “real” and therefore even more difficult to “handle” in Science. My negative childhood experiences with dentists, and my mother’s very vocal anti-doctor/anti-medicine stance only reinforced my decision.

What made you decide to leave?

In retrospect I’d been drifting away for years, what really made me examine my beliefs, and their implications, was having children.

Why would anyone join?

Christian Science promises amazing results. Committee on Publications bloggers regularly run articles about healthcare and quantum physics that make Christian Science appear to be a viable alternative to modern medicine and scientific. Spoiler alert: it is not. The Church has over 100 years of “testimonies” of healing attributed to Christian Science, as many Christian Scientists do not visit doctors, and are generally ignorant of human physiology, they regularly are healed of “what appeared to be” the worst-case-scenario from Dr. Google or a concerned friend.

Did you really believe

That’s a complicated one, I’d say I believed at least some of it.

Which part? That there is an omnipotent, omnipresent, omni-everything Loving God? That I was a perfect spiritual reflection of that God? That my wellbeing, health, grades, etc. were all a reflection of how spiritually attuned I was to God? That if I listened to God I would be guided in my decision making? That the belief in sin was punished only so long as the belief lasts? That all of this is an illusion? That there was some secret higher knowledge? That if I studied “the books” hard enough…

Did I really believe that prayer could heal? On some level, yes. Recent Christian Science propaganda has latched on to the “thought impacts health” and to some extent it does, but not to the extent Christian Science would like you to believe. If you want to pick it apart from a Christian perspective, Jesus did not teach that thought impacts health, and Christian Science has set about to restore the lost art of healing the way Jesus did.

Did I really believe in the unreality of matter? I’m less sure of that one, I think that’s been one of the nagging questions that has lingered from when I first started forming questions. No one has ever given me a satisfactory answer to this question.

So where am I now?

I’m aspiring to be a humanist and generally reasonable human being. Some days I am better at this than others.

In the interest of full disclosure, it should be noted that the author of this blog is also an editor/developer of The Ex-Christian Scientist website.


2 thoughts on “Five Questions

  1. Wendy Rigby says:

    I was also born into it. My mother “found” Christian Science when she was in her twenties and eventually her whole family became Scientists. My two sisters and I attended Christian Science Sunday School. My older sister rebelled and left when she was about 14.

    I stayed in it long after I questioned its doctrine mostly because I didn’t know what else to do or how to leave it. After many bad health outcomes, including losing a child, I eventually wandered away. It took years for me to leave Christian Science thinking completely behind, though. I’d find myself wandering into Wednesday evening services mostly to hear the testimonies. I half believed. I wanted to believe.I blamed myself for not believing and for not working at it. By this time, my mother was a Christian Science nurse. I think it took 10 years for me to really leave it behind. Once I made the decision to leave and not look back I saw the negative impact CS had had on many aspects of my life.

    My marriage broke up, finally, and I moved on, changed careers, attended doctors appointments, studied physiology and found it fascinating. I married again. My husband is a medical doctor. I think marrying him has saved my life on more than one occasion since her recognizes signs and interprets my symptoms rationally while I us till have a tendency to ignore them or downplay them. I do have a serious chronic illness that I developed in my 30’s.

    I’m still a little angry about Christian Science. My anger is sometimes directed at myself. Often it is directed at those who raised me or knew me as a child and perpetuated this myth. My anger comes in spurts now and doesn’t last.
    I’m not sure why anyone would join in the 21st century. I’m not sure why my mother was so taken with it. She’s left it now, too. The lure of medical healing was enough once she developed a serious heart problem and my husband suggested a more rationale cure than prayer.

    Did I believe it? I’m not sure I did. I didn’t understand it, I hated reading it and I resented that CS made me different from my friends. I was a bright kid and it didn’t make sense. I didn’t have a choice as a child. I was in it. My favourite CS story is about my cousin, who was learning to ride a 2 wheel bike. He fell off and bumped hs head, causing it to bleed. We were abou 5 years old and I was upset that his head was bleeding. I drew attention to the wound and was told it was just hs thinking. I didn’t understand and said “well, his thinking is bleeding”. I remember that so well. I also remember being sent to sit on the tails until my own thought was corrected.

    Where am I now? Probably still recovering a bit. I still catch myself using the jargon. I seem to have a headache. I mst rise above this. I’m gentle about it now and I laugh a lot more than I did. I’m happier than I was and the world is fr more open to me.

    We’ve all left it now. Both my sisters, all my cousins, and my few Sunday School friends, even my mom. We’ve all moved on.

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