Written by guest blogger Amara
The past week has been an interesting one for me.
I’ve been at the SDA General Conference in San Antonio, after my parents generously decided to block out a whole 10 days from my already fleeting, quickly moving summer. But I guess I’ll forgive them for that eventually.
If you aren’t familiar, the Seventh Day Adventist church is based on these three boiled down notions:
- Church happens on Saturday, not Sunday — from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday.
- Life is to be lived naturally + as straightedge as possible — many are vegetarian, no drinks or drugs.
- Jesus is coming back to save those who have earned (enter sideeye here) it. And soon so like, get your shit together.
It seems simple because for the most part, it is. The Adventist life is a surefire way to live simply. This whole week is evidence of that, as I’ve been surrounded by people young and old, hetero families of all sizes with smiles on their faces. Adventists aren’t a flashy people, in fact most Adventists I have met are unassuming and well-intentioned. Adventists are content.
And that’s where trouble starts for me.