Catherine Ellis, RScP. As a child, religion was sparse and seemed neither useful nor logical. Methodist Youth Fellowship introduced me to smoking at age 13. Tammy Faye Baker’s tears, the PTL club, and TV religion in general seemed mostly about asking for money. Dirty secrets were surfacing within Catholicism. Old Charlton Heston type bible movies added to these negative childhood impressions.
In high school and college, I connected with eastern philosophy and came to believe in a god of physics where energy is neither created nor destroyed. A friend introduced me to Religious Science in the late 80’s after the end of a too long, unhealthy relationship. That initial experience evolved into years of Sunday and Wednesday talks, but regrettably, no classes. The concept that people are created to be happy seemed logical.
About ten years later, my life was showing up like burnt popcorn with loved ones dying, my own cancer and career challenges. I paused. By early 2004, my life was a disaster. I realized I had a small idea of me and a small idea of god. I just wanted to be happier. I decided to become proactive about my spirituality. I co-formed a three person, weekly study group. I reengaged Religious Science with a vengeance including taking classes, sometimes two at a time. I learned to discern between constructive and destructive thoughts. Life got better and better, one thought at a time. I have become vigilant about my thoughts, my many spiritual practices, and my repeated choice to live in the present.