Every Friday evening, as the sun set below the horizon, my family would come together to embrace the Sabbath. This wasn’t just a change in time; it was a shift in perspective—a pause from the hustle and bustle of daily life to immerse ourselves in worship. The harmonious sound of hymns filled our home with a deep sense of tranquility. It was a moment to contemplate, express gratitude, and prepare our hearts for the sabbath.
Sabbath mornings were equally treasured. Rising early, my family would dress in our best attire and make our way to church. The experience was more than a routine; it was a celebration of faith and community. The services were vibrant, alive with heartfelt singing, inspiring sermons, and prayers that seemed to connect us directly to God. Sabbath School was a highlight of my childhood—a space where I learned Bible stories, memorized verses, and began to understand the foundation of my faith. For my family, the Sabbath was a weekly reminder of God’s love and the importance of setting aside time to rest, reflect, and reconnect with Him.
The way my faith supported my family through the passing of my grandfather reinforces this truth. It demonstrated that faith offers a way to view life’s challenges—not as overwhelming barriers, but as chances to rely on God and celebrate His goodness.
What struck me most during my grandfather’s funeral was how faith transformed sorrow into something beautiful. It didn’t erase the pain of loss, but it offered hope and a sense of purpose. The funeral was unlike anything I had experienced before. While the air was heavy with grief, it was filled with joy and celebration. Faith transformed what could have been a somber occasion into something profoundly moving. People gathered in numbers, singing hymns and praising God.
One moment from that day remains vivid in my memory. My grandmother, a woman of quiet strength, leaned toward me and said, “Your Babu lived a wonderful life. He brought joy to many.” Her words were incredibly impactful—not just in their truth but in their simplicity. She wasn’t ignoring the pain of loss but choosing to celebrate a life well-lived. This perspective deeply moved me.
As I reflect on my journey growing up as a Seventh-day Adventist, I am filled with gratitude for the lessons it has taught me. It has given me a strong foundation, not just in my faith but in my values. It has shown me the power of community, the importance of hope, and the beauty of finding God in all circumstances. Whether it’s the quiet moments of prayer on a Friday night, the lively hymns of a Sabbath morning, or the profound faith that carries us through loss, these experiences have shaped me into who I am today.
Faith, for me, is not just a belief—it’s a way of living, loving, and connecting with the world around me. It’s a reminder that even in life’s most challenging moments, there is always a reason to sing, to praise, and to hope. And for that, I am endlessly thankful.