DISCOVERING THE SABBATH
Marian Stowell’s eyes settled on the innocuous looking slip of paper that sat on the edge of the desk. It had come in the mail that morning and was addressed to her father Lewis B. Stowell. He had opened it, glanced through it briefly and then let it slide onto the desk before wandering off to help on the farm.
The Stowell family had sold their farm just before the great disappointment in October of 1844 and had moved into the home of the Edward Andrews family. Marian liked living with the Andrews family and she and her brother Oswald had formed a close friendship with John Andrews.
Marian’s mind came back to the present and she considered the tract on the desk thoughtfully. Surely father wouldn’t mind if she peeked at it she thought, allowing her hand to snake towards it. Picking it up she read the title and a small frown wrinkled her brow. The author of the tract was a Millerite minister by the name of T.M. Preble and she recognized his name immediately but she found the subject matter a little strange. The Seventh Day Sabbath? She slid into a nearby chair and began to read through the tract slowly. Soon her brow smoothed out and the frown was replaced by wide-eyed surprise. She read and reread sections of the material over and over again before laying it down on her lap and staring unseeingly ahead of her.
If what she had just read was correct then they were all keeping the Sabbath on the wrong day. Worse still they were all in violation of the fourth commandment. Marian sank deeper into the chair as she considered her options. She was convinced that Preble was right. Everything he said in the tract was biblically accurate. Saturday was the Sabbath. Which leaves me with only one option she told herself pensively I need to keep the Sabbath holy on Saturday.