We Can Trust the Church In the Hands of the Next Generation In the Hands of the Next GenerationThis is my 18th year teaching in an Adventist boarding high school, dealing daily with teenagers. While some come from non-Christian or non-faith backgrounds, most are from second, third, up to sixth-generation A... Read more
Gone Fishing The brooding mind of Peter matches the darkness as he flings the net into the shadowy waters of the night. In his mind self-condemnation is nudged on by the accusing voices of demons. “You have denied Jesus. Sure you have repented, but this time y... Read more
Let's Talk Let's Talk has a button link right on the home page of this site, it does not appear again here. Click on the Let's Talk button in the left panel on the home page to see Steve Vistaunet's introduction to the topic of the month, as well as the disc... Read more
Let Us Never Forget Some things we just never forget because we learned them from Mom. “I’ll always be your mother,” she used to say and still does. Hearing this was at times the last thing I wanted to hear, but, now, remembering that she will always be my mom is pri... Read more
Next Month Youth who are not positively connected with the church's mission have no reason to stay as they graduate and move into the mainstream of society. Next month we'll dialog on how we can integrate our teens and young adults into the life and mission ... Read more
March Discussion Topic Sabbath School classes which feature a mission emphasis or follow the established lesson quarterly are on the decline in some NW churches. What do you think about this trend? Should we work to reverse it, or is this an appropriate change of church... Read more
It's Not Just About Money On any given Sabbath around the Northwest, offering plates are passed just as they have been for decades. Whatever drops in, from tithe envelopes to loose change, begins its journey through an Adventist system that has garnered grudging praise fro... Read more
Wanderings I stood on the cliff watching the thunderstorm approach, with tendrils of rain feathered from the clouds ahead of me and the soughing of the pines growing louder at my back. In the national forest, my vista was hundreds of acres of dark-green tree... Read more
