One of Those Scientologists

A few years back my husband and I took in a family member who was having a rough time. She had been on and off drugs for decades—yes, decades. She had pretty much destroyed her own family and her life was a mess.

Despite all this, and the dire warnings from family to keep her away, I could tell immediately that she was a woman with a heart of gold and I loved her the minute I met her.

Christian female on drugs

Because of my faith, I know people can change, and I also know that they are basically good.

It’s one of the reasons I felt safe inviting her to live with us. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made.

My husband and I helped her permanently end her addiction. We encouraged her to do the Scientology Purification Program, which she did. When one of her sons later died from an overdose, we helped her get Scientology counseling to address the grief and loss.

Because of my faith, I know people can change, and I also know that they are basically good.

Other than that, we never pushed her toward our religion. She has deep roots in her Christian faith and we thoroughly respected that. She knew the door for her was open if she wanted to explore Scientology.

Healthy organic food

I have, however, been relentless in making her care for herself. I’ve ruthlessly attacked her white-bread diet and gotten her eating organic food, I have introduced her to a world of nutrition and regular sleeping habits, and made sure that when something feels “off” in her body she sees a doctor to have it checked out. I have also made absolutely sure that she knows she always is welcome home and that she is loved and appreciated and valued.

It’s amazing what a little humanity will do for a person’s morale.

Recently, however, she ran into a situation with another woman she had long considered to be like a daughter. Their history went way back, back to the time when they used drugs together.

They are both clean now, but where my family member had been able to find peace and happiness, this other woman had traded a crack pipe for a prescription bottle and was resentful and maybe jealous too.

Anyway, recently a lot of things came to a head between these two and the bitter one accused my family member of “being one of those Scientologists now.”

Weeks later, we are both still trying to connect those strange dots…

As best I can figure, “being one of those Scientologists” means:

1. Happy

2. Healthy

3. Drug-free

4. Reunited with family

5. Loved, admired, accepted

6. Home

Yep. Sounds about right. Glad she’s one of us now.

But in her words, God answered her prayers and sent her to me. Funny he’d think to send her a Scientologist.

Jenny Good
Jenny Good is a Scientologist and professional writer. She was born in California, raised in Utah and now lives in Los Angeles with her husband and three children.