Saying Goodbye to Mary Baker Eddy

A man about forty rose to speak. He held his left arm straight up in the air and proclaimed for all to hear,

“Last week this arm was chopped off by a band saw at work. I knew the truth that we learn from Mary Baker Eddy about being perfect reflections of God, and that illness or injury are just errors in our thinking. My arm grew back.”

The year was 1950. I was just ten years old. We lived down the street from a Christian Science Church. My grandmother was a devout “Scientist,” so my mother wanted me to attend that church. This was a Wednesday night Testimonial Meeting.

I was stunned by the man’s story. Everyone in the church seemed to totally believe what he said. Others also rose to testify. There was a “healing energy” in the room. Stories of miracle healings rang through the church that night.

My heart started pounding. I wanted to testify too. Finally, I found the nerve. Shaking, I got to my feet and told this story (all true),

“Last week I had a bad cold. I prayed. I read my Science and Health with Keys to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy.  I knew that this cold was just a result of the error of my thinking. Now the cold is gone.”

With my heart still pounding and my face flushed, I sat down. When the meeting was over, several old ladies… all with blue hair…told me what a wonderful, and moving testimonial I gave. As it turned out, I loved the attention. At that moment, it dawned on me that I liked this testifying business. In fact, I liked public speaking all together.

A few years later, in a biology class in high school, I realized that it wasn’t just my prayers and the wisdom of Mary Baker Eddy that cured my cold, it was also something called my immune system. Who knew? The seeds of doubt were planted.

In college I read a slim volume by Dr. Sigmund Freud called  The Future of An Illusion. In it, Freud suggests that the real hope of religion is to find the loving father most of us never had. We project this need onto the nonexistent God up in the sky – an adult version of Santa Claus. With my study of psychology and my work in psychotherapy, religion and I had a quiet divorce.

As if to put a huge period on my story about religion, last year I visited a friend in Boston. We were downtown doing some shopping near the Christian Science “Mother Church.” She is Jewish and knew nothing about all this. I invited her to join me for a visit to this block-long monument to wishful thinking. We were met by a man who offered to give us a tour. We were amazed at the size and beauty of this church – it could be the capital of a small country.

The church was empty that Saturday afternoon. I asked how membership was going. He said, “Sinking like a stone. Young people just aren’t drawn to this religion.”

All this reflects what we hear today from the Pew Research Foundation; some 23% of Americans report having no religious affiliation at all (2020 data).

The story about my grandmother and my parents, reminds me of the comment of Freedom From Religion Foundation member  Randy Udavcak when asked to sum it all up succinctly,

“My grandparents believed in region out of
superstition. My parents believed out of fear.
This nonsense ends with me.”

Amen (so to speak) Randy!


Memorable Moments From Russia’s

Attack on Ukraine


From The Guardian

There were 13 border guards stationed on Snake Island, a roughly 40-acre rocky island owned by Ukraine that sits about 186 miles  west of Crimea, when Russian troops bombed the island on Thursday.

“This is a Russian military warship. I suggest you lay down your weapons and surrender to avoid bloodshed and needless casualties. Otherwise, you will be bombed,” the Russian officer said on a naval radio channel.

After a short period of silence in the recording, a Ukrainian officer responded: “Russian warship, go fuck yourself.” 

The Russian navy then bombarded the island with deck guns before sending soldiers on board to take control. *

  • Later reports said the soldiers on the island were not killed, but taken prisoners. Makes a great story, though.

From Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky

When the United States offered President Zelensky evacuation from the capital of Kyiv, he responded, “I need ammunition, not a ride.” A comment that will live in history.





3 thoughts on “Saying Goodbye to Mary Baker Eddy

  1. Susan Page says:

    Mary Baker Eddy made the man’s arm grow back?? Or was it god who did that? And the whole room fell for this? Whew. — That church to Christian Science is amazing. With so few people attending, why not let the homeless live there! Or will god take care of the homeless problem too? — Great post. — How can the world be moving in an excellent direction with regard to religion and such a cruel direction with regard to everything else?

  2. Hal says:

    Love the Mary Baker Eddy bit. I took a philosophy of religion course in my final year at San Jose State. It was a summer course. I discovered that it was filled with clergy from different religions. I sat next to a young man who revealed to me that he was a devout Christian Scientist. The professor was very provocative and at times riled up the class including the young man sitting next to me. The professor, I think his name was Domeyer, was sharing his doubts about God. In exasperation, the young man blurted out, “Professor Domeyer, who is God. Domeyer very calmly responded by saying, ” God, God could be an oblong blob.” I sat there embarrassed for the young man, and not having yet completely broken my Catholic shackles was a little taken aback. I chuckle as I look back and now appreciate that God is just an oblong blob in one’s mind.

  3. Howard Leggett says:

    My son knew a guy named Sandy Lewis. Sandy was one of the last guys pardoned by Pres. Clinton for white color crimes on Wall Street. Sandy was a devout Jew. Sandy said, when asked, “My religion is for me in this life, who knows what is next after life?”
    Cheers! Howard

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