Connecting Columbia Union Seventh-day Adventists
All you have to do is look at the list of disciples Jesus picked to know He had a mess on His hands. If we look at our church today, we might think Jesus still has a mess on His hands. Notwithstanding, God knows what He is doing.
At age 84, just after my mother learned that I was expecting her first grandchild, my mother, who'd never been ill or hospitalized in her vegetarian life, turned up with pancreatic cancer.
The Christian church exists today because early believers boldly shared their faith. Boldness is so essential to mission that the disciples specifically prayed for it.
So many details went into creating each one of us! I think of what it must be like for God when He creates each human being. I imagine Him as an artist creating a masterpiece, carefully selecting each detail that will make us who we are, like no other.
Between the increasingly common natural disasters, mass shootings, sexual misconduct of those in public office, the opioid epidemic, accidents and disturbing social and political issues, it seems like every day is a struggle to survive. But the good news is that we can.
Adventist HealthCare's Terry Forde suggest three things that, while far from comprehensive, may make a difference in helping those around you who may be lonely.
A new year lies before us full of hope and promise. It is a time of year to reflect and refocus. As we begin afresh, we each have goals and aspirations for the days ahead.
Every so often, I am asked to fill out one of those medical forms that requires an emergency contact. It always makes me pause and think about the people in my life. Who are my real friends? Who could I call in time of need?
The Lord has given us a pertinent message for a crucial time in history. We eagerly anticipate the second com- ing of Jesus! Now is the time to share this hope with those around us. So many things are happening—the signs all tell us of Jesus’ soon return.
"I don’t think your son’s going to make it,” said the chaplain at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore to my parents. “It’s not looking good.”