Sin is a hateful thing. It marred the moral beauty of a large number of the angels. It entered our world, and well-nigh obliterated the moral image of God in man. But in his great love God provided a way whereby man might regain the position from which he fell in yielding to the tempter. Christ came to stand at the head of humanity, to work out in
Despite the negative views of early Adventists, numerous scholars have demonstrated abundant satire, parody, and humor within the canon of Scripture. Eugene Fisher suggests that one cannot “comprehend Hebrew genius” without a sense of humor. He writes: A witty and sophisticated use of language is displayed by the author that would be highly prized
I received your letter while in the midst of the Conference duties. Since that meeting closed I have been sorely afflicted with my teeth, and I am in such a state of nervous weakness that I cannot write as lengthily as I would be pleased to do. I have been unable as yet to find the writings which you mention, but I may find them, and if I do will s
Pastor Doug Batchelor, president of Amazing Facts, is one of Seventh-day Adventism’s most popular televangelists. He emphasizes end-time prophecy and champions conservative views on issues such as jewelry and women’s ordination, to the delight of his 75,000-plus Facebook followers. On March 18, 2014, those faithful followers’ world slid off its axi
Sometimes we forget to be thankful for the everyday things. For instance, I never thought to be grateful for sunshine, let alone to be thankful that I wasn’t allergic to those amazing sunrays. You didn’t know it was possible to allergic to the sun? Neither did I—until this year. Where I live (Phoenix, Arizona), the climate is hot and sunny about 36
In the beginning of Jesus’ parable of the talents (Matthew 25:14-30), the master sets a pattern of parallelism: he gives each servant some talents to invest while he is away. At his return, the master should receive back his possessions with interest. The story should then come to a happy end with the master praising his faithful servants for a job
Several years ago we had a woodpecker living in one of the beautiful big pecan trees in our front yard. There’s one thing I know about woodpeckers: they peck wood. So it was no surprise to me to constantly hear this little guy hard at work on my tree. Very rarely did I see him, but I heard him—like a small pernicious jackhammer—destroying my tree.
The night of the first day of the week had worn slowly away. The darkest hour, just before daybreak, had come. Christ was still a prisoner in His narrow tomb. The great stone was in its place; the Roman seal was unbroken; the Roman guards were keeping their watch. And there were unseen watchers. Hosts of evil angels were gathered about the place. H
