A Worship that Works By Andrea King
M
y great-great-grandmother was married to a Methodist pastor. While studying her Bible, she discovered the Sabbath. She was excited about this new truth. She shared
the blessing of the Sabbath with her Methodist church. They thought she was crazy and gave her a hard time. They didn’t want their pastor’s wife going against the traditions they had held for years. She couldn’t make them enjoy the blessing of the Sabbath, but she refused to miss out on it herself. From sunset Friday to sunset Saturday, my great-great-grandmother celebrated the Sabbath. She told her daughter if she ever found a church that keeps the seventh-day Sabbath, she should join it. Her daughter—my great-grandmother, Nanese—waited to find such a church. If one existed then, my family didn’t know about it. They had to wait until someone realized they weren’t only supposed to go to church, they were also to go to the world! They had to wait until their paths crossed with someone whose Christianity did not stop in the sanctuary but pushed them to share in the streets. They were waiting for someone who had a worship that worked.
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