I woke up early that morning, but instead of praying or spending time with the Lord, I wasted a couple of hours. Only then did I realize I wasn't honoring His Sabbath. I got ready for church, but my heart wasn't in it. I was simply going through the motions. I knew I was being a lukewarm Christian. I loved God, and I knew He was working in my life, but I wasn't seeking Him. Even my morning routine was different. I skipped my usual breakfast, woke my wife and youngest son, and hurried everyone along so I could continue my day. That word— my —would soon be corrected. We arrived in time for Sabbath School. Once again, I hadn't studied the lesson and found myself trying to catch up as we went. The memory verse was Isaiah 50:4: "The Lord God has given Me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him who is weary. He awakens Me morning by morning, He awakens My ear to hear as the learned." Yet I still wasn't awake. I heard ...
Once upon a time, nestled among the rolling foothills of the Tennessee Valley, there stood a small and humble church known as St. Elmo. Though it was not grand in size, its people were faithful, serving their community with kindness and devotion day after day. One bright morning, word arrived from a ministry called Streams of Light. These diligent workers had been traveling through the bustling streets of downtown Chattanooga, sharing copies of The Great Controversy with all who would receive them. As they placed books into eager hands, they also offered something even more precious—the opportunity to study God’s Word. Some people requested simple Bible studies delivered to their homes. Others hoped for a friendly visitor who would sit beside them and explore the Scriptures together. By the end of the day, the volunteers had gathered thirty-two requests from people longing to learn more about the Lord. But a problem soon appeared. The workers of Streams of Light looked upon ...