Features

November 01, 2002

Come they told me, Pa rum pum pum pum. A new born King to see, Pa rum pum pum pum....”

It was 1958 when Katherine K. Davis published her heart-melting ballad about a shepherd boy and his rhythmic quest for Baby Jesus. It’s now a classic.

October 01, 2002 / Regina Erickson

Kids. Their jam-splattered smiles disarm us. And their sticky hugs at the end of a busy workday put projects and deadlines in proper perspective. They are undoubtedly what matters most to moms, dads, grandparents, and godmothers alike. Which is why Adventist Health offers a host of services tailored especially for the next generation.

October 01, 2002 / Donald Ammon

When it comes to community service, there is no simple solutionæno pink pill that’s going to make poverty, hunger, illiteracy, and disease disappear. But by taking a unique approach to each challenge, Adventist Health is making a lot of small strides that we hope will add up to a giant step forward for our neighbors.

October 01, 2002 / Pauline Deeb

The comfort of home is priceless. At Adventist Health, we know a retirement center must not only have the comforts of home, but the friendliness of a family.

October 01, 2002 / Heather Wheeler

At Adventist Health, we’re always looking for new and innovative ways to fulfill our mission and make a difference in the lives around us. Our hospitals continuously add new technologies, the latest equipment and programs or services to combat disease and meet individuals’ needs at every stage of life.

Caring for Health

September 01, 2002

The year is 1519. A dapper captain of low Spanish nobility struts from his ship and commandingly marches onto the shores of eastern Mexico, claiming the land for Spain.

September 01, 2002 / Kirsten Torkelson

They’re not so different from you or me. They’re just everyday people.

They don’t have specialized training. They’re not necessarily spiritual giants. They work, play, laugh, and cry. So what is it that makes them different?

They’re busy preparing for Hope for the Homeland.

August 01, 2002

High-schooler Patricia was miserable at home, physically, mentally, and verbally abused by her step-father. Her grades were dropping, and life at home had become unbearable.

“I doubted that I would live to see adulthood,” she remembers, “and at times I even contemplated ending my own life in order to escape our home.”