Information, resources & support for those leaving or questioning Christian Science
This is part of an on-going series, for all posts in this series see the tag Chrystal’s Story. A Wedding at Principia During my Reunion Weekend A few years ago, I went to my brother’s wedding weekend at Principia College’s Chapel (it’s a beautiful campus, with buildings designed by nationally renowned architect, Bernard Maybeck. See: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICioQ12vTo0 ). We were there for […]
Read moreThis is part of an on-going series, for all posts in this series see the tag Chrystal’s Story. A note from Chrystal: I was born a fourth-generation Christian Scientist, and finally left the religion when I was in my 40s. In this blog series, I will do my best to share with you my 40+ year journey. I have done my […]
Read moreBy Sharon, an Ex-Christian Scientist Group contributor. Christian Scientists have a lack of humanity, sympathy, empathy—whatever you want to call it—in the face of death. It’s downright weird. My mother’s explanation to me about my Grandpa’s death when I was just a little girl was, “Oh, he could be down the street, or he could be upstairs.” I could never […]
Read moreThe following is a collection of contributions from members of the Ex-Christian Science collective about how death is ‘handled’ in Christian Science. When people do start to get desperate and want to turn outside of Christian Science, they generally have no idea of what help is available to them so they never ask for it, or they pretend they are just feeling a bit […]
Read moreBy Ann, an Ex-Christian Scientist Group contributor. In most Christian traditions, death can be seen as a mercy, where people find comfort in knowing that their loved one is relieved of pain and restored to wholeness when they pass. I hate it that Mary Baker Eddy took that away, claiming that even after death, we still had to outgrow whatever […]
Read moreBy an anonymous Ex-Christian Scientist Group contributor. The Christian Scientists I grew up around all pretty much disappeared the moment my mother drowned in her own bed of a mysterious lung condition after a long period of radical reliance. I can’t say I ever really missed them, though a ‘sorry’ would have been nice. Some of the people from her […]
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