Nobody had time for Kellie.
Mom was always working, Dad was often drunk, and her older brother had his own life. And when she started junior high, even her friend Heather didn’t hang out with her anymore.
So when ninth grade rolled around, Kellie was thrilled to finally find a best friend, Mary. But life didn’t stay happy for long—her parents decided to move to a smaller house 25 miles away. The new place didn’t even have enough bedrooms, so Kellie had to sleep out in the guesthouse.
Out there in the guesthouse, Kellie used her Ouija board to contact the previous owner of the home. At first, having her very own “ghost” made her feel special, but the attention soon turned ugly. Eventually she discovered that only God could banish the demon for good—and that He had never left her to fight her battles alone.
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Every week, a section of this book, Beginning of the End, helps you to understand the lesson better.
This week's reading is chapter 25: “The Israelites Leave Egypt."
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Ted N. C. Wilson
While traveling and meeting with church members around the world, I am sometimes asked how the Seventh-day Adventist Church is structured, and how it was organized. How are changes made, and who has authority to make changes? What unites the church? How does the church work? While I could spend a long time discussing these important issues, in this month’s column I will look at how and why the church was officially organized. Next month I will address, in a practical way, issues of authority, unity, and how you can make a difference in the . . . read more
Team Blog – Omar Miranda
“No! No! No! Leave me alone . . . I don’t want to play anymore!”
I whipped my head around only to catch an older and much bigger boy roughly “tag” a much younger and smaller boy. The game they were playing was called “tag,” but it could have been mistaken for football. The younger boy was taking a beating—literally!
One older boy particularly made it his special mission to harass and bully the boy by tagging him so roughly that the poor kid was knocked to the ground several times and once ended up running into some playground equipment. The equipment definitely won that encounter.
As I watched the younger boy’s . . . read more