Retell a portion of a familiar or favorite Bible story from the point of view of a creature witnessing
the event. We used this as a contest and here are some of the imaginative stories we received:
By Joey S., age 13
There was a part of the meadow that had grown very tall, because the weeds made it bad to eat. One of my favorite pastimes was to clip off the bottoms of the tall blades with my teeth and see if I could keep from getting hit when they came down. I had to be careful, though, not to let our shepherd see me. If he did, he would gently scold me, and carry me back to the flock. He would tell me not to go there because the tall grass could hide wild animals very well. But this time, he didnít see me. He was binding up another sheepís wound.
I was so delighted from the fun of my current activity, and at my good fortune at being unseen, that I paid no attention to a sudden crashing noise in the grass. All of a sudden, a great, huge shadow was cast over me. I knew from the shadow and the rumbling growl that a bear was behind me. I yelled for my mother, for the shepherd, for help of any kind. Just as a mighty pair of jaws was about to close around me, a rock whizzed past me and struck the bearís head. I heard a great moaning roar as the bear collapsed behind me. I ran to the shepherd, who was just fastening his sling to his belt. He picked me up and cradled me in his arms.
"Now, my little lamb," he said as he set me down next to my mother, "I hope you have learned your lesson. I am sure you will never go to that part of the meadow again." And I never have. Whenever I look at the tall grass and weeds, I am reminded of how blessed I am to have a shepherd like David.
By Rachel W., age 8
I decided to follow them and look where I ended up! Right in front of this big stretch of water! Itís so long I canít see the end of it! I think the big bugs want to get across. The bug called Joshua looked worried. I donít know why. They looked big enough to walk across! I donít think they think so. Joshua bug kneeled down, folded his hands, bowed his head, closed his eyes and whispered something for a long time. Iím not sure what happened next, but whatever it was, it sure stopped him from worrying! He shouted, "We are going to cross the Jordan!" All the rest of the big bugs looked puzzled. But I thought I knew what happened. Joshua finally realized that they were big enough to walk across! I was wrong.
Joshua said, "Go to bed now, and tomorrow you will find out what we are going to do." I couldnít wait till the next day! I noticed it was dark, so I followed Joshua to his tent to sleep. He didnít seem to notice me.
I got into the blanket and he just charged in too! Howís an ant supposed to get any sleep around here?! Not only did I have to share the blanket, but he almost rolled over me! I finally got out of there and slept on the floor. I didnít even have a decent ant hill!
The next day I was up before he was, so I ran out and stood in front of the water and waited for the big bugs. They came out a little later.
Joshua bug said, "Gather around and we shall cross!" Then he told the two big bugs carrying a humongous gold box to step in the water. Do you know what happened when they stepped in? The water separated into two walls!! Everyone gasped.
Joshua said, "God has given us permission to cross!" Everyone cheered. As they started to walk across, I thought of my ant friends at home. I didnít want to have them miss out on all the fun, so I called over just a few. OK, I called the whole colony. Tim, Jim and Lyn were really excited. Bill, Phil and Lil were too. We all crossed. It looked really weird. In the water there were these creatures swimming around. They didnít look like any bugs Iíve ever seen before! I was glad Jenny brought a movie camera. This is something I want to remember forever!
After everyone was across, the box-carrying bugs came to the side where we were and the water closed up over where we had all just walked! Talk about AMAZING!! Everyone sang and danced and clapped their hands. I was happy, too. I had done something no ant has done before! Thatís the true story of THE GREAT ANT JOURNEY ACROSS THE JORDAN!
By Josiah R., age 14
Raising my head I scanned the horizon, making sure all was clear. Nope, nothing in sight. Just another clear, sunny day. Blue skies, green grass, brown dirt and... Oh drat, my mistake. Travelers incoming! I quickly slipped behind a large rock. A boy and two men walking, with an older one riding an ass. He had to be at least a hundred! Hmm, nothing really important. Iíd just wait till they left and finish eating.
Just then, they turned and began heading to the mountain! What is this? No one else ever goes up there! I knew it was none of my business, but curiosity overtook me. I had to know what they were doing! Sneaking from rock to rock, I crept along a short distance away from the travelers.
Suddenly, at the foot of the mountain, they stopped. The old one climbed off his ass, and after giving some instructions to the two men, picked up a bundle of wood from the back of the ass and gave it to the boy to carry. He then took a took a large torch and a knife from one of the men, and then began up the mountain with the boy.
After a momentís hesitation, I followed. It took a while but they finally reached a small flat clearing just below the summit. Humans are so slow! I could have ran up and down the mountain twice in the time it took them! Still, seeing as one was sporting a long gray beard, and the other still a while from having one, I couldnít really blame them. Now, if it had been those other two... Never mind. Anyway, they proceeded to gather rocks and build something with them. It took me a while, but I finally realized what it was. An alter! My breath started coming fast, as it dawned on me what all this wood and the torch and knife were for. My thoughts flashed back to a month ago, when my cousin was nabbed by travelers. I had happened to be nearby, and saw it all. They killed him in cold blood and burnt him up. I shuddered and changed my footing on the bushy slope overlooking the alter. I was almost afraid to stay, but I couldnít help but wonder what they were planning to sacrifice. Besides, I was safe up here. There was no way an old man and a boy could catch me.
Well, they finally finished building the thing and sticking wood all over the top. I still couldnít figure out what they were going to burn on it. Maybe theyíre going to catch locustsóor a rat. Wait a minute. Am I seeing things? The old guy is tying up the boy! Heís putting him on the alter! What kind of a sicko? Iíve always wondered what goes on in those little round heads of theirs, but this? Somehow I had the impression that they were smarter than that. I mean, would I butt a lamb off a cliff just to see him splatter? Well, here he goes. Up goes the hand, down comes the knife... oh? He stopped just before he killed the boy. Now what? ďHere I amĒ he says. I think all that gray hair must have damaged his mind. First he tries killing one of his own kind, now heís talking to thin air. Well, he could be talking to the boy, but the boy obviously knows where he is.
Suddenly I lost my footing. I donít know how, one second I was secure as a rock, and the next sliding down the slope. "BAAAAA!" Right into a thicket! The guy turned around and looked at me! Oh no! I struggled to get free, but it was no use. My mighty ram horns were held fast. Then he was right in front of me! "BAAA!" Help! The hand went up, the knife came down and... "BAAAAAAaaaaaa!"
The moral of this story is: Curiosity killed the sheep (or in this case, ram).
By Megan H., age 15
The harvesters were already working when I arrived, and following close behind them were the widows who gleaned the fallen heads of grain as sustenance for their households. Then came us, the field mice, scurrying around picking up the small grains that had been knocked loose from their heads.
This particular morning I noticed a lovely, gentle faced woman I had never seen before, gleaning behind the row of reapers. Her face had a trace of sadness, and she picked silently, ignoring the chatter passed along the row of busy women.
Suddenly I saw Master Boaz, the owner of the fields, approaching. Ducking quickly under cover I could clearly hear every word he said to the servant in charge of the reapers.
"May the Lord be with you."
"And with you, Master Boaz."
"Is it well with the harvest today?"
"Very well,Ē the servant beamed. ďThe reapers work hard and the yield is much better then previously," Boaz nodded in satisfaction. "Who is that young lady gleaning behind the reapers?" he asked suddenly, gesturing toward the lovely newcomer.
"She is the Moabite woman, Ruth, who came with Naomi from Moab." I heard the servant reply, "She came here early this morning and asked if she could glean among our men, and she has been working thus and has just taken a rest in the house."
I saw Boaz stride over to the young Moabitess, while the servant hurried back to his duties. I crept back out and looked cautiously over to where Ruth stood. I caught wisps of his words to her. "Do not glean in the fields of anyone else.... I have heard of all youíve done.... may the Lord reward you."
Ruth fell to her knees in gratitude, her reply lost to the wind. I hurried back to the work of picking fallen grain. I was glad that she was welcome at this field. I liked her already.
Ruth continued to come and glean and I enjoyed her gentle voice and ever present thankfulness. It was obvious to all how she was dedicated to her mother-in-law, and Jehovah God. All through barley harvest she was there and when the final day came I found myself rather disappointed to see the last of Ruth. But I just chided myself at getting attached to a human and decided to go to the threshing floor and finish stocking my winter supply with the barley Boaz was threshing.
I got there well after dark, expecting to find just Boaz sleeping there. To my surprise there were two people there, and when I drew closer I saw it was Ruth. What on earth was Ruth doing at the threshing floor? Everyone knew that women never came here. I could hear them talking softly and now I was close enough to hear their words.
"Spread your covering over your maid, "Ruth was saying, "for you are a close relative." "May the Lord bless you Ruth, for you have chosen well. However there is a closer relative than I. Stay here tonight and if he will redeem you, he has the first right, but if not, as the Lord lives, I surely will redeem you, most blessed of daughters."
Somehow I didnít feel like staying there for more barley, and slipped away when Ruth lay down at Boazís feet and slept. My heart leapt inside. Ruth may stay with Boaz forever! It was obvious that my heart wasnít the only one Ruth had touched. God was working in marvelous ways.
The news spread like wildfire the next day. Boaz had redeemed her! God had indeed blessed Ruth, and Boaz, in redeeming the young Moabitess, was to take her hand in marriage. I was happy, for I liked Ruth, and I knew that she would be around for many more harvests.
If you like to play Monopoly, youíll like "your own" Monopoly even better!
and Gideon R., age 8
To create our own customized "monopoly" board, we cut a large piece of poster paper the size of the original monopoly board. Using it as a guide, we changed the names of the properties, as well as some of their sale prices, and made corresponding deeds. Some of the other changes we made included changing the jail to a hospital, and instead of Free Parking, we have Free Plane Ride. When we pass go, we get $300, not the typical $200.
We had fun coming up with the titles for our properties, using names of friends, relatives, famous people, and places from our home town. We even changed the railroads to airports, named after each of the boys in our family. (Example: Benjaminís Lego Toy Airport, and Jeremiahís Friendly Flying.)
We also got creative with our "Community Chest" and "Chance" cards, as we had to make these up too, to go with our new game. One says, "You lost your wallet. Give bank $100 and go back 10 spaces to look for it." Another says, "You sold your book. Collect $150 from every player."
If youíre having problems keeping your $500 bills in order, try making some $1000 bills like we did.
It takes some work, but itís worth it. Weíve had a lot of fun playing our version of Monopoly!
You can create your own beautiful notecards from
nature, to share with your friends and family.
Write a short poem or composition comparing two similar things.
This is an idea we used for a contest. We asked our readers to design a quilt block square reflecting things that were important to them. Below, you will see the winning squares, and a sampling of the great designs that we received.
by Stephen & Jesse L., ages 6 & 5
We made two placemats for our Grandmaís birthday.
We drew the outline of a placemat on thin white poster board. We drew two baskets filled with flowers on it and colored it with markers. Out of colored paper we cut flowers all different shapes and colors. We arranged them on the mat and glued them down. We outlined with markers.
For each mat cut two pieces of clear contact paper large enough to sandwich the mat in between. Then trim.
Write down ten facts from hardest to easiest about a who or a what youíve been studying and see how long it takes your family and friends to guess the right answer. Try to answer in the least amount of clues.
Can you identify the mystery persons on this page?
by Aimee E., age 11
1. I was a famous author. 2. I grew up near the Mississippi river and have always loved the water. 3. I always wanted to be a steam engine pilot but I never got to. 4. I wrote many humorous short stories and sayings. 5. I once said, "Most people are bothered by the parts of the Bible they donít understand, but Iím bothered by the parts that I do understand." 6. I told some of my short stories to Helen Keller, who read them from my lips with her hands. 7. I helped to pay for some of Helen Kellerís education. 8. The name you know me by is not my real name, I chose this for my pen-name because it means safe water, or 2 fathoms. 9. My real name is Samuel S. Clemens. 10. I wrote Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer.
by Luke E., age 9
by Andrew E., age 13
Answers: Who am I #1 is Mark Twain, #2 is Moses, #3 is William Bradford
Writing as a Family
It can be a lot of fun to write as a family, getting each person's opinion on a chosen topic. Even mom & dad could join in.
Perhaps you'd want to write about a recent trip or vacation, a special outing or event at your house, your favorite animal - the list is endless.
Here, the Young family children share with us some wonderful ideas about what they like about living in the country.
Making a "Family Scrapbook" is a great idea! Try writing as a family about once each month. Save your stories, and any pictures, arranging them in an album of your choosing. It is fun to go back and read these in later years!
One of the things a poet does is to watch the world closely and incorporate his or her observations into his writing.
Jennifer and Aimee have written expressive poems that describe their subjects (sunrise, & winter) with rich detail. Notice that they both include how the scene makes them feel.
Writing Your Poem: The subject of your poem can be anything that excites you - from a scene in nature to winning a tennis tournament. Describe what you have observed, then show how it affects you. Share your poem with others at Homeschool Gazette.
by Jennifer M., age 12
The sun rose above the earth so round and gold,
by Aimee E., age 10
Once it's Summer then it's Fall,
by Josiah R., age 10
Select a favorite, meaningful verse from the Bible, and illustrate it. We used this for a contest and received these wonderful entries:
Josiah-Judge Orders Sharks In All Homes
From Elissa B., age 12, English Landowner Is Seen Saving
Alliteration is repeating the same beginning sound in consecutive words or words near each
other. EXAMPLE: Able Ada ate Abraham's acorns. How to do it: List 10-20 words that start with
the same consonant. A children's dictionary can help you do this. Try and write the longest possible
sensible sentence. Blend words may also be used such as those beginning with pl,
sh, bl, etc. You can make a game of this by exchanging lists of words with a friend, brother, or
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"Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." Ecclesiastes 9:10