Before I begin on this erratic and perhaps erroneous venture, I feel it necessary to explain a bit of background, firstly, by apologizing to the illustrious Jonathan Pichot. The poor man has been trying to pry this article from me since its original publication in the Pacific Union College Campus Chronicle in the fall of 2007. But I would not, could not, give it to him, for reasons which I will make clear below.

In the meantime, here, in its original, unedited form, is an article published in the 2nd issue of the Campus Chronicle’s 84th volume.

Several weeks ago for colloquy Lizeth Hernandez spoke about her missionary trip to Africa. She showed pictures of the roads, the people and the churches she visited. Small buildings without the conveniences we take for granted here—lights, pews, etc. But that isn’t what struck me the most, what stood out to me was a simple phrase written in an African language: Seventh Day Adventist Church of _______. It was written above the door in a curve, and it made me feel warm and fuzzy.