Jere Patzer

The year was 1944. World War II was raging, and the prospect of a Merry Christmas for many Americans was bleak.Hugh Martin, not yet 30 years old, was collaborating on the music for Meet Me in St. Louis, Judy Garland's classic film. Hugh wrote a fe...

A few days ago someone shared an article with me from the Catholic newsletter, Our Sunday Visitor. The title captured my attention— "Reclaiming the Lord's Day." In it our Catholic brother stated: "There was a time when Sunday was a special day. It...

God calls us to be the best we can be—faithful, honest, charitable and kind. But what does "the best" mean today?Often we measure our success by our work. Yet, being the best to God doesn't mean we have to be rich and famous or wildly successful b...

For what seems like an eternity we Americans have been inundated by political advertising. Radio and TV ads, flyers and pre-recorded phone messages. Talk show hosts Rush Limbaugh and Michael Savage have had a heyday digging themselves into their o...

A few days ago we had what was thankfully an unusual occurrence at our North Pacific Union office. One of our "saints" came into the lobby and asked for a certain service. Our receptionist graciously responded that because we were an administrativ...

My wife, Sue, was not raised in an Adventist home; but as a young girl her mother did on occasion take her to the local Adventist church. It was enough to whet her spiritual appetite.The fall after she was baptized she begged her father to allow h...

When I read the title of our feature this month, A Ministry for Every Woman, I was taken back a few years to my pre-teens. We were a bunch of high-energy earliteens. Not bad kids, just...earliteens. Each Sabbath, Edith and Ruth, two young, single ...

My wife's mother grew up in Battle Creek, Michigan, eating Rusketts and Protose, attending the Battle Creek Tabernacle and 12 years of Battle Creek Academy, and eventually working at John Harvey Kellogg's Battle Creek Sanitarium. Back then you cou...

Recently I was dealing with a complicated, difficult and frustrating situation. I thought, I prayed, I fasted, I counseled.… I laid awake at night.It reminded me of a greeting card a friend once sent me. On the cover was a picture of a cross-legge...

I love Sabbath School. Whether it's in Spokane or Walla Walla, Sao Paulo or Manila. Being warmly welcomed by the saints, studying the lesson with an open Bible and the inspiring mission stories from the Northwest and around the world.But wait a mi...