By Elizabeth Anderson
Source: NAD Ministerial
The clock in my car reads 9:30 as I drive into the church parking lot. There are plenty of spaces, so I park with the other vehicles clustered in slots closest to the only visible entrance. I’ve never visited a Seventh-day Adventist church, so I’m not sure what to expect.
I open the door to find that it leads to the vestibule. “Happy Sabbath,” says a smiling lady wearing a black and white suit. Her pin says “greeter.” She hands me a bulletin. Another woman wearing black and white practically skips up behind her and greets me with a hug and kiss on the cheek, which is a little awkward.
“Welcome. We’re so glad you’re here,” the skipper says. “Sabbath School is in the sanctuary,” she adds, putting her arm around my shoulder. She then guides me through a quick tour of the Bible classrooms and restrooms, which are clearly marked.
“Oh, there’s also a potluck after service today, so stop by. The food is delicious, filling—and healthy,” she adds.
After our pleasantries, I wander into Continue Reading…