Where I Come From: Part 1
I grew up in a fundamentalist Seventh-day Adventist home, one full of Ellen G. White and the health message, with dashes of apocalyptic showdowns thrown in for good measure. I attended the local church school all the way through elementary school, and three of my four high school years were at an Adventist boarding academy. I graduated from an Adventist institution of higher learning. I've personally worked for the church, and my husband is currently a professional Seventh-day Adventist (I get such a kick out of that term).
I'm not a scientist, and I don't have a scientific background. I'm also not a theologian, and I often think I'm not a very good Christian (and evolution aside, I'm a bad Adventist, at least in my own mind). Prayer baffles me, and I'm not sure what God is all about. Perhaps I can best be described as a slow, dogged seeker of the truth, whatever the truth is. Although I prefer the stability of black-and-white thinking, I am also suspicious (sometimes reactively so) of it. As a result, I am certain about very little in this life and not at all about any future ones.
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