Overcoming a Mountain-Sized Obstacle
November 18th, 2008
Masada, a man's obstacle
By Grant Turgeon
I glanced up at the peak and sighed. Why couldn’t we just take the cable car to the top? Immediately I wished I was back in the gift shop, lavishly enjoying my chocolate ice cream while reclining in a lawn chair with my feet up on the flimsy table. Anything would be better than climbing a mountain, right?
To Show Thyself Friendly
November 14th, 2008
A friendly face and a warm smile can go a long way.
By Lauren Eames
“Go over and talk to her,” my mother said to me.
Self-conciousness gripped me, and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of meeting someone new. For me, introducing myself to and starting a conversation with someone I have never met has always been a hard thing to do. This was no exception.
It was at the Feast of Tabernacles. I had noticed this girl a few times before. She was small, with medium brown hair and brown eyes, often standing shyly with her mother. She didn’t seem to know too many people. I knew I should introduce myself to her, but each time I decided to do it, I always ended up backing out. It just seemed too hard to do. Now though, I didn’t have a choice. I had been told to go and talk to her, so I just had to do it.
Feast Memories
October 10th, 2008
Posted by Adar Kielczewski
Hey all! We’d really like to know how your Feast goes this year. Think about something you can write up to share with other teens while at the Feast. Take some pictures! Write about your fellowship after services, family day, entertainment night … whatever you want! Send it in to us, so we can post it and other teens can share in your Feast experience.
To the Finish Line
September 18th, 2008
By Lauren Eames
“I can’t do it,” I told myself.
Sitting in class at school one day, I was greatly excited to be picked as part of an extension maths program. The teacher gave me several papers to complete. They had to be completed and handed in for marking by a certain date.
When I got the assignment, I was determined to achieve an “excellence” award for it, the highest mark possible. But now, with under 24 hours until the maths assignment was due to be handed in, I wasn’t even nearly finished with the papers I had to do. The goal I had previously set myself now looked impossible. The time to finish this math project was fast running out.
You Can Teach an Old Dog …
September 9th, 2008
By Rick Breth
I was feeling unsatisfied with my job. I was in a rut. Same old people every day. Same problems. Maybe it was time for me to look for a new job.
I decided to take some training classes at a nearby technical college. The classes were on Mondays through Thursdays after work from 5:30 to 9:30.
After I started attending the classes, I realized that working and learning a new trade would really be a grind! But I was determined to learn a new skill and find a different job.
It was a tough schedule to keep, but I was learning many new things and even making some new friends along the way.
Take Off the Training Wheels!
June 16th, 2008
By Sam Kitchen
“I can do this,” I told myself. I stood on a hill overlooking my house. New situations have always made me nervous, and this was no exception. I looked hesitantly over my surroundings one last time and pushed off. I had no idea what kind of trouble I was about to get into.
Learning something new can be a frightening experience, and one of the hardest things I had to learn was how to ride a bicycle. After several months of being called a “scaredy cat” by other kids, I decided that riding was something I had to learn. I had been watching other kids ride their bicycles, zooming around while I was still on my training wheels. I wanted to be like them. I knew I needed the extra exercise and I knew it would help build my physical health. What I didn’t realize was learning to ride would also come with a powerful and painful lesson.
Get Back On Your Horse
March 21st, 2008
By Sharalee Fraser
We stood behind our stable, ready to ride. I put my foot into the stirrup and started to swing my leg over. Suddenly, she bolted! I fell to the ground underneath her. Annie ran over the top of me, knocking the wind out of me and kicking me in the leg.
Annie was my first pony. Dad was teaching me how to ride her, but as we were a bit busy, I didn’t get to do it often. This particular Sunday morning, Dad had helped me to saddle her up. I was looking forward to an enjoyable, relaxing ride—but that’s not what I got.
After an experience like this, you would expect that I would be really scared. And I was! But anyone who has been horse riding knows there is one important rule: If you fall off your horse, you need to get right back on!