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What Faith Can Do – Part 3

The air was filled with the sounds of bulls snorting and cowboys hollering back and forth to each other. Dust and flies filled the air as Emma, Sophia, and their parents made their way through the huge barn where all the contestants’ horses were kept. Sophia kept pointing out different horses that caught her eye, talking on and on about what breed was her favorite, what she would name each of them if she owned them, and her dreams of managing a huge farm of her own when she got older. Their mom and dad chuckled and Emma smirked as they jostled their way through the crowd.

“There’s Tobi.” Emma smiled as a cream-colored palomino horse poked its head over the stall door. She rubbed his nose and kissed his cheek. “You ready to win?” Tobi shook his head, snorted, and nibbled at her sleeve. Emma turned to her parents. “You guys don’t have to wait around anymore. I can take it from here.”

Her mom smiled and gave her a hug. “Ok, sweetie. Good luck out there.” She squeezed Emma’s shoulder. She then followed Sophia to where Pixie, her paint horse, was kept. Their dad patted Tobi on the neck and grinned at Emma.

“Now, are you sure you can handle the pressure out there?”

She cocked an eyebrow at him, “Really, Dad? I think I’ve been doing this long enough that I can handle just about anything that happens out there.”

He batted her cowgirl hat down over her eyes playfully. “Sure you can. Just be careful out there and…”

“I know, I know. Don’t tighten up on the reigns too much, let Tobi do his thing, stick close to the barrels, and all that fun stuff.”

After finally sending her dad off to join the rest of her family, she turned and lifted Tobi’s saddle off the rack. Tightening up the straps and slipping the bit into the horse’s mouth, she shook the drool off her fingers and led Tobi out to join the rest of the riders in the arena for the warm-up. Concentrating on keeping an even pace around the loop, Emma passed by the judges’ table and almost did a double take. On the second time around the arena, she looked over at the sign that was hanging off the front of the table. It read: Barrel Racing Grand Prize – $25,000. A grin spread across her face. Here was an answer to all of their problems! All she had to do was win the prize money and then her parents wouldn’t have to give up any of their horses, much less lose the farm. 

“What do you have that goofy grin on your face for?” Sophia came trotting up on her white horse that looked as if it had been splashed with large splotches of dark chocolate syrup. Pixie snorted and stretched her neck forward, trying to go faster than Sophia was letting her.

Emma slowed Tobi down to a walk and leaned close to her sister, “Did you catch that sign back there on the judge’s table? They don’t normally have big money prizes like that!”

“Yeah, just imagine all the cool things we can buy if we win it!” Sophia’s eyes sparkled like sapphires. “You know that black saddle I’ve had my eyes on? The one with the silver designs on it?” She squeaked with excitement.

Emma shook her head. “I think it would be a good idea to give it to Mom and Dad… No, hear me out,” she said when Sophia’s face darkened. “If we give them the prize money, then we won’t have to give up any of our horses or the farm. Mom only told us a small part about what’s really going on.”

“Yeah, and we know how that went.”

“You don’t understand. It’s more serious than just losing a few horses.” Emma let out her breath and the sisters made an entire loop around the arena while Emma told Sophia all that she had overheard that day she caught her parents talking in the kitchen. Sophia’s eyes widened and when Emma was done, she didn’t have a smart comment to make, which was unusual.

Emma sighed and straightened her shoulders as the sisters followed the rest of the riders into the waiting area. Sophia reached out her hand. Emma grabbed it and squeezed, trying to give her an encouraging smile. Sophia returned it with a smile of her own and turned Pixie to join her group. 

(To be continued…)

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What Faith Can Do – Part 4

After a couple races, Emma was placed in the final five contestants. She cheered as Sophia came racing back through the entrance, with Pixie panting like a steam engine. Jumping off her horse, Sophia led her over to where Emma stood on the side and fell dramatically into her arms. “I just want this to be over.”

Emma chuckled, stood her up and gave her a hug. “You’re doing great! Especially for this being your first rodeo and all.”

“Yeah, well I’m not as good as you are.” Sophia grinned. “You’re fast!” Tobi snorted behind Emma and Sophia rubbed his nose, laughing. “Well, ok, you’re the fast one. Emma’s just good at steering you.”

Emma glanced up at the announcement board and groaned. “Why do I have to go second to last? I hate being ahead of anyone ‘cause then I have to worry my time getting beat. Plus, Abby Detwieler races after I do.” Abby was one of the toughest girls in the entire competition. Her father owned a 50-acre farm just down the road from where Emma lived and Abby could always be found practicing in her corral with her mocha brown thoroughbred, Star. “Her fastest time in the barrel race last year was 14.2 seconds.”

“What was your fastest time?”

“14.6 seconds.”

Just then, Abby walked past the sisters, leading Star. When she spotted them, she called “I hope you’re more ready than you were last year. I’m tired of winning year after year.” She give them a nasty grin, “Although, that prize money will be nice when I win it.”

Emma ground her teeth as she watched Abby lead Star toward the end of the line. “There’s no way I’m gonna be able to set a time that Abby can’t beat. I’ve lost to her every single year!” She twisted her gold cross necklace in between her fingers nervously.

Sophia squeezed her hand “Good luck,” she whispered. “I’ll be praying for you.”

Emma smiled weakly, “And I’ll be praying for you too. See you after the race… if I live through it.”

The next 20 minutes were a blur for Emma. She faintly remembered watching Sophia compete in the finals for her age group and finish with the third best time of 15 seconds. The next thing she knew, it was her turn to get out on the arena. The minutes seemed to drag by as she waited for the starting gun. She could see the crowd sitting in the bleachers and every single eye seemed to be focused on her and Tobi. Taking a deep breath, she started to pray silently, but jumped and nearly lost her seat when the crack of the pistol went off nearby. 

As they flew out of the entrance, Emma could feel the powerful muscles working in Tobi’s legs and sides as he surged toward the first barrel. Blocking everything else out of her mind, she focused all of her energy and attention on cutting as close as Tobi could to the barrels as they rounded the first corner. One down, four more turns to go.

At the second barrel, Tobi just barely bumped the rim with his rump. It wobbled back and forth and Emma had to resist the urge to look back. But, after they made the third turn and started on the home stretch, the barrel was still standing upright. Not having time to even breath a sigh of relief, she turned her focus onto the last two turns and then Tobi was galloping full speed back to the entrance to stop the clock. Slowing him down to a walk, Emma had him circle around near the opening to the arena to listen for her time: “14.3 seconds.”

Sophia waved from the side and Emma steered Tobi over to where she stood with Pixie, “Wow! That’s better than what you got last year!”

Emma smiled, “I know! That second barrel had me nervous there for a second, but stayed upright!” She slid off Tobi and patted his neck. “Now, lets just hope Star isn’t that fast.”

She felt as if her heart was lodged in her throat as Abby and Star shot out of the entrance into the arena. Her eyes were glued to the little screen that was available to the competitors in the waiting area. Star was in perfect form, cutting close around each barrel as Abby guided him with the expertise of a skilled rider. But then something happened that made Emma catch her breath in a short gasp. Star had bumped into a barrel as he passed and Abby’s hand had flashed out to steady it as they headed onto the next turn. At least that’s what Emma thought she had seen. Yet, the announcer didn’t seem to have seen it and the judges’ expressions hadn’t change. She turned to Sophia to get her opinion, but her sister was busy looking around at the other horses and stroking Pixie’s neck.

Just then, Abby came flying back in through the entrance. Star was breathing hard and his rider looked flushed, but happy. She flashed an unfriendly smile at Emma, who forced a smile in return. As her numbers were called out, Emma’s heart sunk: “14.1 seconds.” She started to walk away, but then was nearly jerked off her feet when Sophia grabbed her arm and dragged her back to where they had been standing.

“Look!”

There on the screen, the replay of Abby’s hand stretching out to steady the barrel as Star went past was playing over and over again as the announcer’s voice came over the loud speakers.

“It appears that while Abby Detwiler has entered a winning time for the barrel race, she has been disqualified for steadying the barrel with her hand as she rode by it.”

Sophia’s wide eyes looked up at Emma, who couldn’t seem to believe what she was hearing. “Does that mean…?”

Emma gulped. “I had the second fastest time…”

Then the announcer said: “So, since Ms. Detwiler was disqualified, that means that Emma and her horse Tobi are the winners of this years barrel race and the grand prize of $25,000!”

Sophia squealed and threw her arms around her sister. Suddenly her friends and the other contestants were surrounding Emma, patting her on the back and congratulating her on the win. Emma looked around and spotted Abby glaring at her from where she stood by the entrance. Shrugging and sending a smile her way, Emma swung back up on Tobi and fell in line with the winners of other events. Abby couldn’t seem to form words, and the last Emma saw of her that day was as she yanked on Star’s reins and made a beeline for the barn.

Emma rode Tobi around the arena, with a smile that just wouldn’t go away. She spotted her parents near the fence and waved at them excitedly. Her dad motioned that they would meet her back at the stall and she nodded. Arriving at the judges’ table, she shook the head judge’s hand and took the check that he handed her. She held it in her hands as if it made of glass and stared at it in unbelief. She had done it. Tobi had done it. They both had actually won!

The next few minutes were a blur of activity and people. As she made her way to the stall where Tobi’s things were, it seemed like everyone was reaching out to either shake her hand or give her a hug, congratulating her on doing such a good job in her race. She managed to get Tobi’s reins and saddle off before her parents and Sophia finally made their way through the sea of people in the barn. The next thing she knew, she was swept up in a big bear hug by her dad and he spun her around while she held onto his arms and laughed. When he set her down, her mom smiled at her and gave her a long hug, “You did a really good job, sweetie! I’m so proud of you.”

Emma grinned at her and then caught Sophia looking pointedly at her behind her mom’s back. Reaching into her pocket, Emma pulled out the check and held it out to her dad. “Here, Dad. I won this for you.”

He shook his head, “No, this is your money. You don’t have to give it to me. Keep it and save it for something for yourself. Or better yet, add it to your future college fund,” he added with a wink.

Emma kept holding it out to him. “No, take it. Sophia and I talked about it beforehand and decided that we would rather keep all of our horses and the farm more than we could want anything else right now. It’s yours.”

Her dad’s eyes misted over and he finally took the check from her hands. Their mom put her arm around Sophia and smiled at Emma. As he pocketed the check, Emma watched as her dad took out a familiar looking piece of paper. When he held it up, she could easily read the names of over half of their horses on the “to sell” list and she looked up at her dad, wondering why in the world would he bring it out now. She glanced over at Sophia and saw a confused expression on her face that mirrored her own. Then they heard the tearing sound and their eyes sparkled as they saw him tearing the list up. He smiled and held out his hands to them. Despite the dust clogging the air, riders of all ages getting their horses ready for the trip home, and the loud hum of hundreds of voices, Emma, Sophia and their parents joined hands and stood in a small circle just outside of Tobi’s stall. Bowing their heads, they listened as their dad prayed.

“Father, you know our thoughts and our dreams far better than any of us do. We acknowledge that You are the head of this world and You have a plan laid out for each and every one of us. I just want to thank You for showing us once again that we can completely trust in You for all things. Even when it seems like things aren’t going according to our plan, help us to remember that everything always goes according to Your plan. You alone are God and in You alone we put our trust.”

At that moment, a ray of sunlight shone through one of the upper windows in the barn and settled on the little family. Emma’s heart lifted when she heard her dad quote the final words from Psalm 139 at the end of his prayer:

“Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”

Written by Anna Tielmann

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Group Reaches Out to Save Orangutans

On December 3, Colleen Reed, a representative from Orangutan Outreach, discussed the issues of illegal capture of orangutans, the palm oil crisis, and deforestation in Indonesia during her talk centering on “Reaching out to Save the Red Ape.”

“The more people that know, the more that can help,” she said.

There used to be 315,000 orangutans in the 1900s. Now, after 70 years, there are only 60,000 orangutans left and about 5,000 are being killed each year.

“This isn’t like 20 years from now we can turn this around.” Reed said. “We only have a few years left.”

Just this past April, said Reed, Orangutan Outreach had their youngest baby orangutan stolen from them.

Katrina Spirko, a senior elementary and early childhood education major at Edinboro, said, “the crisis that is facing the apes and the disappearance of Luna told me that the time to raise my voice in their defense is right now… if you love something, you won’t quit on it.”

According to Edinboro University’s website, the Orangutan Outreach event was organized thanks to the passion of Spirko and the teamwork of Students of Edinboro for Environmental Defense (SEED).

Some of the biggest problems for the apes is the palm oil crisis and deforestation, Reed said.

The palm oil tree has to grow on its own soil, so logging companies have to come in and clear the rainforest. They clear access roads to get into the forest and, once their in, they use the slash and burn method to completely get rid of the trees and brush, said Reed.

Palm oil is cheaper to use than vegetable oil and is considered a clean burning fuel, but “if you have to tear down an entire rainforest in order to get a cleaner burning fuel, you’re losing a whole lot more,” Reed pointed out.

A majority of the products in grocery stores contain palm oil, since it’s used as a preservative, said Reed. Cookies, candy, ice cream, shampoo and deoderant are some of the products that use palm oil and it can be found in the ingredient listings under different names: such as palmitate or palmate.

Reed said that with the largest rainforests getting torn down daily, there are fewer and fewer trees around to reabsorb the carbon that is being produced. 

According to Reed, there is a lot of practical ways that people can help save the orangutans. There are volunteer opportunities at Orangutan Outreach, people can donate, or they can adopt an orangutan virtually for $120 per year.

All the information about how you can help can be found at their website: www.redapes.org.

“Only if we understand, can we care. Only if we care, can we help, and only if we help, shall they be saved.” Jane Goodall, considered to be the world’s foremost expert on chimpanzees. 

– Taken from The Spectator (Vol. 3, Issue 13) December 8, 2011 

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Sparrow in the Snow

Weather-worn fence posts, a blanket of white
Envelopes the fields in the darkness of night.
A lone sparrow thought a feather coat would suffice,
Bravely suffers the small, sharp shards of ice.
 A miniature creature of life,
Even amidst hailstones and strife,
Remembers the dawn, only hours away
And the warmth of the sun that comes with each new day.
– Anna Tielmann
(Written for Creative Writing)
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Discovery

Sentinels standing at attention on the shelves,
Dryads, nymphs, centaurs, and elves
Pages barely held together by glue,
Coverings faded, some cloudy blue.
Adventure, romance, classic, and mystery
All just waiting for the right person, you see,
To come and open the cover
Just to discover
A whole new world of possibility.
-Anna Tielmann
(Written for Creative Writing)
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Vets Honored for Duty

2968575773During the annual Veterans Day observance on Nov. 11, Edinboro University Fighting Scots Battalion R.O.T.C. Honor Guard fired off a 21-gun salute by the Reeder Hall flagpole in tribute to the veterans that have served the United States.

“Pride in one’s military service is a bond shared by nearly all who have worn the uniform of their country,” said interim President James D. Moran in his Veterans Day address at the Diebold Center for the Performing Arts.

“Veterans Day is a day of remembrance, a day of recognition, a day of honor for those who have served and sacrificed to protect my family and yours,” Moran said.

Moran said that there are currently 23 million living veterans that span the generations from World War I to the present. Just this year alone, there are 70 new freshman cadets in the Fighting Scots Battalion at Edinboro.

According to Captain Jeremy McCrillis, the students in the Battalion have been working on and practicing the traditional flag-folding and 21-gun salute for about a month.

“They did an awesome job,” he said.

“We want to do it right,” said Lt. Col. James Marshall. Employed at Edinboro University since August 2010, Marshall says that the main goal of the R.O.T.C. is academic success.

“[Academics are] first and foremost. But we also want to prepare them for life,” he said. We want to help them find good career options that will motivate them to do their best.

More than over 100 students, as well as current and retired faculty and staff from the university, are also serving or have served in the U.S. Armed Forces, according to the university’s website.

The audience at the ceremony was made up of men and women from the “Greatest Generation” – those who lived through the Great Depression and World War II – as well as young adults from the latest generation.

They “represent [our] nation during history’s most recent wars,” Moran said. “Our debt to these heroes can never be repaid, but our gratitude and respect must last forever.”

Kahan Sablo, vice president of student affairs, was also in attendance. Describing past Veterans Day tributes that the university organized, he said, “We’ve been doing this for a long time. Last year, I received the flag [since] President Brown was travelling.”

A moment of silence was held during the ceremony in respect for the veterans who had served and are still serving our country.

“This Veterans Day – 10 years after the 9/11 tragedy – is a significant milestone in [our] lives,” Moran said.

Moran went on to explain that Veterans Day was originally called “Armistice Day.”

In 1919, President Wilson designated a day to celebrate the agreement signed in the Palace of Versailles that signaled the end of World War I – the war “to end all wars.”

“Let us never forget that our soldiers have liberated Buchenwald, halted genocide in Kosovo, and fought to end starvation in Somalia,” said Moran. “Let us not forget their sacrifices for the preservation of freedom at Pearl Harbor, Okinawa, Omaha Beach, [and] Pork Chop Hill.”

Moran credited veterans with perserving quality of life in America.

“Through their blood, their service, their courage, and their sacrifice, our veterans have given us freedom, security to live in the greatest nation on earth.” 

– Taken from The Spectator (Vol. 3, Issue 11) on November 17, 2011

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Extended Scene from Tim O’Brien’s “Stockings”

A loud blast from the dinner horn sounded across the camp. Dobbins tossed the letter onto his bunk, stood up, and pulled back the flap of the tent door. He cocked his eyebrow and grinned, “Well, boys, what do you say? Wanna go get us some of that crap they call ‘food’ from the Dog House? My stomach is literally eating itself.”

 “Yeah, I guess it’s about that time,” I drawled as I grabbed my jacket from where it was hanging at the end of my bunk and followed the rest of the men out of the tent.

“Watch out for that… hole,” laughed Dobbins as several guys sunk up to their ankles in mud. As he tugged his own foot free, Dobbins’ hand went to his pocket where the stockings were kept. As we stomped and scraped our boots on the steps at the mess hall, I glanced back and saw Dobbins pause at the edge of the porch, breathing hard. “You ok?” I asked, turning back to give him a hand.

He waved me off, “Naw, I’m good.” He grinned, grabbed the door handle, and, pulling it open, bowed with a flourish of his arm, “After you, my friend.” I chuckled and threw my arm over his shoulder.

As we entered the hall, I could feel the tense and uptight muscles in my shoulders and back instantly relax. Men were sitting close together around the long tables in the room and the air was filled with the sounds of joking, laughter, and camaraderie.

“Time to get us some grub!” Dobbins patted his belly and strutted over to the end of the line at the back of the building, picking up two trays and handing one to the guy behind him. He called out to one of the men serving the food, “Hey, Cal! You seriously don’t think I’m gonna waste my time in this line of yours? That slop isn’t even worth the wait!”

Cal gave Dobbins a give-me-a-break look and laughed, “Dob, you ask that question every day you come in here. Do you really think the answer’s gonna change?”

“You never know,” Dobbins grinned. “You could have a change of heart one of these days for a good ol’ friend who hasn’t had a decent meal in who knows how long.”

“Ain’t happenin’. You gotta wait your turn just like everyone else does”

“Grump. See if I ever do you a favor again.”

“You never do anyway.” Cal smirked as he plopped meat and potatoes on Dobbins’ tray.

Dobbins winked, “You’re catchin’ on pretty quick.” As our group sat down at one of the empty tables and started eating, the loudspeakers crackled to life, making some of us jump:

“All troops are now being put on immediate stand-by. I repeat; all troops are on immediate stand by. Await further orders. Over.”

At that, Dobbins slowly pulled the stockings out of his pocket and wrapped them around his neck and shoulders. All eyes were drawn to him. “No sweat, guys. We’ll make it.

-Written for Creative Writing on October 30, 2011

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Static Scene

A blood red sun shone through a thick veil of smoke over an ominously quiet town. Black ashes fluttered in the wind, like the snow of death. Traces of gasoline lingered on the light breeze blowing through the skeletal structure of what was once a house. Charred doors stood as if still attached to a non-existent wall and shards of glass littered the surrounding grass. Large crows with black, beady eyes pecked among the burnt remnants of what was once a kitchen. Blackened cupboards with their doors lopsidedly hanging, melted trash cans, and a shattered cookie jar yielded their contents to the persistent pecking. Metal bed frames stood out in stark contrast to the ghostly white remains of a bedroom wall that easily flaked at the slightest touch. A smoky mirror hung, cock-eyed, in what was once a bedroom. At its foot lay the broken pieces of picture frames, a young child’s smiling face peeking out between the remains of a hand-crafted frame that had managed to escape the hungry flames. Outside, on the scarred lawn covered in debris, there stood a sturdy sycamore tree. Several of its branches had been suddenly amputated and a large chunk had been gouged out of its trunk. Tucked in the nook of the roots at the base of the tree, a well-worn rag doll sat with a childlike, yet expectant look on its face. Her body was disproportionate from years of cuddling and the smile on her face, though nearly worn off from numerous kisses, was one that even tragedy could not erase. 

– Written October 6, 2011 for Creative Writing 

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OSD Opportunities Remain Inviting for Students

DSCF8622The reputation of the Office for Students with Disabilities (OSD) has resulted in record numbers of handicapped students this year than Edinboro University has ever seen.

“The reason I chose to come to Edinboro was the OSD program that it offers,” said Kate Fisher, a sophomore majoring in psychology. “(It’s) the only school in this area that offers the 24/7 personal care that OSD offers.”

According to Robert McConnell, director of OSD, the goal is to provide access to all the institution has to offer for students with disabilities.Students pay for each of the services that they are enrolled in and aren’t required to purchase a set number of services.

They are each given the option to enroll in each of the services we provide “which are above and beyond what is required by law,” sad McConnell.One of the services that the university offers is the personal care attendants, who are available to help students 24 hours a day.

The personal care attendant service has been going well this semester, according to Vickie Trnavsky, coordinator of attendant care.

“Our main goal is to make sure kids are getting up (in time) for classes… and we strive for independence,” Trnavsky said.

Attendant care aims to teach students to self-direct their needs and encourage students to communicate how they want things done, Trnavsky explained.

There are currently six workers that divide their time and attention between 39 disabled students in Lawrence Towers.

“Its like living in a family with a lot of kids,” said Trnavsky.A sign-up sheet in the personal care room is provided for students to write down the times that they will need help and indicate what they need the attendant to do.

“It’s all a matter of organization,” said Trnavsky.There are three different shifts for the workers in the personal care office, Fisher explained.

In each of the rooms, a buzzer is available for immediate and unscheduled help.Last year, Fisher said, they had both state and student workers. But this year the attendant office postponed hiringthe student workers.

Trnavsky explained that during the first two weeks of the semester, they don’t employ any students since they are busy settling into their new homes and getting their schedules figured out.

Just recently, Trnavsky has started employing student workers.“The student workers are a big help,” said Fisher.Students aren’t allowed to help with showers, but they can do some of the small chores, such as laundry, for the students enrolled in those services.

“It’s nice to have that extra help when the state workers are busy with other students,” said Fisher.

According to McConnell, OSD used to be directly involved in the personal care attendant service.However, as of last year, the responsibility transitioned out of OSD and into the Student Health Services.

“OSD has been going strong for 30 years, said Trnavsky, “and I expect it to keep going for many years to come.”

(Taken from The Spectator at Edinboro University – Vol. 3, Issue 2, October 20, 2011)

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Don’t Smother Me!

DSCN2399Jessie Schwartz grew up in a non-Christian home, where she witnessed what drugs, and drinking did to people she loved. Unlike some of her friends, who grew up in the protective bubble of a Christian community, Schwartz wasn’t surprised by the influences and temptations she found on a secular college campus. But her friends had no way of knowing what they were up against.

Many young adults raised in the church are growing up isolated from the world around them. Their parents might think they are creating a safe space for their children’s faith to grow, but a new study reveals they might be setting them up for disillusionment and failure.

According to the findings of a research study recently released by the Barna Group, 59 percent of young adults disconnect from the church in their teen years. Many study participants told researchers they stopped attending church because it was not always open to discussing how to relate faith to real world issues.

Of those who listed the church’s isolation from the culture as a problem, almost one quarter complained that Christians were too quick to “demonize everything outside the church.” Twenty-two percent said the church ignored the problems of the real world, and 18 percent said “my church is too concerned that movies, music, and video games are harmful.”

David Sanford, a freshman at Edinboro University of Pennsylvania said churches too often refuse to step out of their comfort zone to test their faith against the modern world. “They seem to have their own safe bubble that they stay in,” he said.

Micah Reed, a sophomore at Edinboro, agreed that some churches don’t do enough for the younger generation. “People don’t seem to venture out,” he said. Churches aren’t always welcoming to outsiders, much less a place to discuss what’s going on in the world, he said.

Schwartz, who also is a sophomore at Edinboro, said churches and parents should do more to prepare their children for what they will encounter in the “real world,” instead of keeping them solely in a Christian community.

“The only way to rectify this is to get out of our holy huddle and start reaching out to the lost,” Schwartz said. Churches hold plenty of Bible studies and dinners for their members, but in reality, it’s just “a place where we can all get together and be friends,” Schwartz said.

Sanford also encouraged churches to spend more time reaching out to the communities around them.
“They should train the people that they are sending out in order to better equip them to take on the world,” he said.

The Barna Group’s study suggests that some church leaders ignore the concerns and issues of teens and those in their twenties because they think the church disconnect will end when young adults are older, said David Kinnaman, president of the research organization based in Ventura, Calif.

In his latest book, You Lost Me, Kinnaman says the concerns young Christians raise about church and culture could lead to revitalized ministry and deeper connections in families.

“In many churches, this means changing the metaphor from simply passing the baton to the next generation to a more functional, biblical picture of a body – that is, the entire community of faith, across the entire lifespan, working together to fulfill God’s purposes,” Kinnaman said.

This is the first in a series of six stories exploring the major themes of the Barna Group study about why young adults leave the church. Coming tomorrow: Just skimming the surface – Young Christians who want more of God say the church is too shallow.

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