One of the first things I should have noticed about the church was probably one of the last things I realized, and that was the racial distinctions. That’s not to say that the church is racist at all, but geographically it seemed like certain races dominated church structures. For example, the conference I grew up … Continue reading Growing Up Seventh-Day Adventist: Divisions
One of my favorite lines in Zoolander is when Ben Stiller is addressing a group and says, “And when I say brother, I don’t mean, like, an actual brother, but I mean it like the way black people use it. Which is more meaningful, I think.” For me, growing up SDA (Seventh-Day Adventist), it was … Continue reading Growing Up Seventh-Day Adventist: A Different Kind of Brother
I was in the unenviable position of having a father who was a traveling minister (he still is). This meant that he was away for long stretches of time, on the road, traveling, going to church after church, in conference after conference, spending so much time away from his family. Don’t think I didn’t notice, … Continue reading Growing Up Seventh-Day Adventist: Being a “Preacher’s Kid”
I wouldn’t have been caught dead in church without a suit on, properly tailored, with scuff-free, majorly polished shoes, a nicely coordinated tie, and dress socks to match. My mother would have my clothes laid out for me on the bed first thing every Saturday morning, the shoes newly shined on the floor. And most … Continue reading Growing Up Seventh-Day Adventist: Suiting Up
Since the time I could first form memories, I knew that I was different. For one, I was a vegetarian. There was no meat in our house, as both of my parents were vegetarians, so I never had any, and I never had any cause to be around any. Secondly, I went to a church … Continue reading Growing Up Seventh-Day Adventist: Off to School
I remember it like it was yesterday, walking into the Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts, the venue for the SATs, on that Sunday morning, nervous as all get out, as I queued up with a bunch of kids who were just like me. We were the kids who for whatever reason couldn’t take the … Continue reading Growing Up Seventh-Day Adventist: Taking the SATs on Sunday
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