Going Against the Grain

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Being Adventist means being different. Going against the grain. From our day of worship (Saturday) to our diet (typically vegetarian) to our choice of entertainment and several of our beliefs--we are different. Yes, we are the same, in many ways, with other Christian denominations--but it's the differences that tend to cause us to stand out and be noticed.

I think unless some types of people were born into the church, they might have a hard time being so unconventional. Seems people want to just blend in a lot of the time. In my church, that's quite impossible to do, unless you see no one besides fellow Adventists. Yes, we stick out like a sore thumb.

For me, this was quite natural. I've always been a rebel. I never fit into the mainstream. I was a heavy-metal kid and always felt different. It was okay with me and I was probably proud of that fact--who wanted to be like them anyway? So I found my niche--other misfits like myself. And life went on.

Until Jesus got a hold of me and then suddenly-I was different again! I was completely opposite of all my friends and most family. Suddenly, I no longer fit into to that lifestyle. Nope-I was radically changed-different once again. So I found my niche-other Christian misfits like myself (Adventists). And life goes on...  while we wait for the soon second-coming of Christ.

The reason I don't mind being so different is because I really believe in what I'm doing.


Here's a link to explore what Seventh-day Adventists believe.

Here's a link to our official SDA Church website.





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