Youth Ministries

Ho! Ho! What?

December 1, 1991 by Editor

By Mike Rasmussen, taken from the December, 1991 issue of The Messenger.

Nick and Nelda (not their real names) resigned from Christmas. It had become, to them, a materialistic rodent race. No more decoration. No more buying or giving presents. What’s more, any presents sent to them will be sent back. Nick and Nelda have the right to dropkick Christmas traditions, God has not commanded us to observe Christmas. But, if we do, how should we observe it?

God likes events that help people to focus on Him. We learn this from the Old Testament. God commanded His people to observe three religious festi

Getting A Grip On Grace

November 1, 1991 by Editor

By Jim Tonkowich. What really drove me crazy,” said one of the high school stu

Tattered Tom Versus Snow White: Two Gospels

September 1, 1991 by Editor

By James Sauer. In the latter half of the 19th Century, the American Unitarian cleric and author, Horatio Alger, penned over 120 books for boys. The various series-Ragged Dick, Luck and Pluck, and Tattered Tom-were optimistic sagas of young bootblacks and newspaper boys whose virtues and gumption allowed them to rise from their humble ori

Teens and Small Churches

May 1, 1991 by Editor

While about half of all churches in America are made up of fewer than 100 people, a study recently released by the Barna Research Group suggests that these small churches may be having an even smaller impact on the spiritual lives of the teenagers in their congrega

Called to Display His Spendor

December 1, 1990 by Editor

By G. Carol Bomer. “Christian artists are twice blest.” I know. I not only know the excitement of the creative act-recreat

What Child is This?

December 1, 1990 by Editor

By Peggy Townes. God, no! Not my son! Don’t let them kill my son!” As Mary stood trembling at the foot of the cross, her words suddenly begin to burn within her heart. “My son? MY son?… but God he’s Your son … YOUR Son! Why do You let them murder Your Son? In the mingled fog of exhaustion and confusion, Mary closed her burning eyes, too tired to pound any longer on Heaven’s iron gates, too angry to search any longer for the answers she so desperately desired.

Immediately, as though in a trance, her thoughts returned to her little home in Galilee. It had been many years since she had seen that home, but somehow now she saw it as clear