Prior to attending the Radford Seventh-day Adventist Church, I worshiped on Sundays at a small church with my daughter and grandchildren. After a few months, a serious health crisis hit our family. In response, the members helped out with expenses. Their unexpected kindness and generosity was overwhelming!!! The parishioners were so warm and welcoming. Yet I still felt that something was missing. I didn’t find out why until I went to the Radford SDA Church.
At first, my grandchildren were always ready to go to church at our former place of worship. However, after a while they just didn’t want to go—which was hard to understand because there were quite a few kids (even though the church was small) and the church had a lot of really fun programs for the children. My grandson even had a good friend his age who attended that church. Yet even the thought of not being able to see and play with his good friend was not always enough of an incentive to get him to church without a battle royal.
During all this, my son, who had become a member of the Seventh-day Adventist Church, persistently encouraged me to try the local SDA Church. Finally, just to make him leave me alone, I went to the Radford church to see what was going on. By the end of the first service, I knew I had found the truth and where I should be. After a few services, I convinced my daughter to attend and to bring the children.
To make a long story short, my grandchildren seem to have found a home with God in this church too. There have been several Sabbath mornings (especially after my chemo treatments) when I was really tired and had planned to stay home. But the kids came in (already dressed), asking if we were going to church this morning. They would question, “It is Saturday isn’t it, Grandma?” Needless to say, I got up, and we went to church. How could I discourage kids with such a willing heart?
We have been affiliated with the Radford SDA Church for over a year, and if the kids are not dressed, all I have to say is, “Are you going to church?” and they pop up and run to their rooms to get ready. What a blessing! I whisper in their ears at night that God loves them and that they are mighty warriors for God. I know this is true because He has had His hand on guiding us to where He wanted us to be. He started with my son and worked His way to me, my grandchildren and my daughter and is working on my son-in-law.