Conversation with an Adventist, and Other Things

Doubting Thomas and Jesus

Doubting Thomas and Jesus

I’ve got a few things in the hopper that haven’t been put into words yet.  First of all, I’m done reading Unveiled Mysteries, the first book about the Saint Germain Foundation, written by its founder, about his experiences in meeting the Count of Saint Germain just prior to his establishment of the church.  I will have the last part of the review up sometime tonight.

Secondly, I got really Baha’i last night, and I want to blog about that.

And finally, I had a really interesting conversation with the pastor of the Green Lake Seventh Day Adventist Church, John McLarty.

Edit:  A copy/paste error took out a whole paragraph, which I’ll recreate here:

John emailed me that he wanted to get together for coffee. And since I had said some negative things (as well as positive things) I was a little apprehensive.  It turns out to have been a great meeting, though, so I’m glad I went.  We met at my favorite coffee shop, The Wayward Coffee House, in the Roosevelt/Ravena neighborhood of Seattle.

I arrived at the coffee shop a little late, we had coffee, and he had a sandwich, and we talked.  The conversation was warm and friendly right from the beginning.  One thing Pastor John knows how to do is put people at ease, and I certainly felt comfortable in his presence.

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Green Lake Church of Seventh Day Adventists


This morning I visited the Seventh Day Adventists near Green Lake.

It was an absolutely beautiful day, and the two mile walk from my home to the church took about forty minutes, winding around the lake among the geese, joggers, bicyclists, and some Rat City Rollergirls practicing their technique.  There were also a couple of very brave sunbathers using body paint instead of actual bikini tops.  I’m not sure if that’s actually legal in Seattle, but a couple of bike cops went by and they either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

I got to the church about twenty minutes early, and did my usual thing of walking around looking confused until someone stopped me to talk to me.  It didn’t take long.  In most churches I’ve visited, people notice a new face almost right away, and this church was no exception.

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