SDA Youth in the Last Days

    Bang! Our front door slammed shut as my brother and I raced inside. Crash! We both skidded to a stop and spun around, wondering what had broken. “Ashley, look!” My brother exclaimed, pointing to the clock that usually hung by the door. The clock lay on the floor, the glass front of it broken off. “Oh no… What have we done?” I said slowly, picking up the glass pieces on the floor. That clock had always been unsteady on the wall, but now we knew how unsteady it really had been. “What’s mom gonna say?” Aidan said softly.     We didn’t have to wait long to find out. Mom was not pleased with us for slamming the door, resulting in the clock breaking. Although, the clock still worked, it was just the glass front of it that had broken off. My brother and I were both in charge of buying a new clock, though.     A few days later, after we had replaced the batteries in the broken clock and swept up the millions of tiny glass pieces, the clock now hung back up ...

The traveler’s dusty feet plodded heavily down a rocky path, aching with every step. His stomach groaned as he imagined the delicious meal he was sure would follow his father’s welcome. He gazed into the distance, his eyes wandering past the rippling fields of grain, past the little white clusters of sheep scattered over the green hills, and past the many herds of cattle, his longing eyes finally resting on the tents of his father.      Footsore and weary, he plodded for hours, until he finally rounded a bend in the trail near his home. He stopped as he noticed his brother standing over a nearby fire, preparing soup.      “Let me have some of that soup! I am so hungry!” He cried. He waited impatiently as his brother, deep in thought, continued to stir the pot of soup.      “Give me your birthright. Then I will let you have the soup.” Jacob finally said.      Momentarily, Esau thought of h...