Story by Liz Bailey
Much of Mountain View Conference's West Virginia territory, especially minority groups, still waits to be reached with the Seventh-day Adventist message. One such place is Moorefield, a small town boasting a population of 3,000, with 500 Hispanics.
Through the years, there have been many dynamic speakers and baptismal decisions made on the beautiful grounds of Valley Vista Adventist Center. We expect this year’s camp meeting to be the same, as the 2022 line-up of speakers and activities won’t disappoint.
To the hundreds and thousands of individuals who live around the camp community, we will have an open invitation on the first weekend to come to our Gospel Jamboree, featuring The Lesters, along with talented musicians from the Mountain View Conference. The rest of the week will follow with gospel presentations geared for the whole family.
Story by Valerie Morikone
Mountain View Conference's Cumberland (Md.) congregation has been steadily working on their new church building and started to get quotes on reconnecting their baptistry plumbing.
Editorial by Eddie Reyes
Reaching rural territories was once viewed as a difficult task, but members in the Mountain View Conference (MVC) have now embraced it as an exciting journey—encouraging others to seek Jesus. This mindset has grown members’ spiritual experi- ence and impacted the territory.
The conference’s goal is to advance the Great Commission Christ gave. He said, “Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit” (Matt. 28:19, NIV).
Leaders have tasked every pastor, Bible worker, elder and church member to go and "Tell Somebody About Jesus," to embody Christ’s fearless character in the community and share the news of His soon return!
Did you know there is an Adventist connection to a famous groundhog? One of the first French Creek Freddies, West Virginia’s popular weather prognosticating groundhog, was found and raised by members of a Mountain View Conference church.
Jean Shaver shares the following:
On May 7, 1987, my husband, Harry, found a newborn groundhog in the middle of a road. Harry put her inside his shirt pocket and brought her home. I gave her some warm milk in a small pet bottle which she accepted immediately.
Harry named her Happy because it was my birthday (and hers). Happy would sleep around my neck every night. After about 12 days her eyes opened, and I was the first person she saw, so she thought she was human and I her mother.