became involved in Science of the Mind. And with this, I began to associate religion with success. Success and money and “making it” were my religion, but I was not happy. I had no peace inside. After our marriage, Vera Mae kept going to church, but only haphazardly. So, though I was looking into some of the cults, I would attend Second Baptist Church, Monrovia, with her and I even did some ushering there. Vera Mae liked the choirs there. Then in the spring of 1957, God began to show me the unimaginable.