Bible Stories For Teenagers

bible stories for teenagers

    bible stories

  • (Donald Lawrence & The Tri-City Singers) (Crystal Rose, 1995) (US Gospel #1, CCM #10)
  • Bible stories, Judeo-Christian parables retelling some portions of the Bible, have been used in family religious worship, spiritual instruction and literature in Christian and Jewish societies.
  • (The Bible Story) The Bible Story is a ten-volume series of hardcover children’s story books written by Arthur Maxwell based on the King James and Revised Standard versions of the Christian Bible. The books, published from 1953–57, retell most of the narratives of the Bible in 411 stories.


  • (teenage) adolescent: being of the age 13 through 19; “teenage mothers”; “the teen years”
  • (teenager) adolescent: a juvenile between the onset of puberty and maturity
  • A person aged from 13 to 19 years
  • Adolescence Macmillan Dictionary for Students Macmillan, Pan Ltd. (1981), page 14, 456. Retrieved 2010-7-15.

bible stories for teenagers – The Story:

The Story: Teen Edition: The Bible as One Continuing Story of God and His People
The Story: Teen Edition: The Bible as One Continuing Story of God and His People
‘The Greatest Story Ever Told’ is more than just a cliche. God has gone to great lengths to rescue lost and hurting people. That is what The Story for Teens is all about—the story of the Bible, God’s great love affair with humanity. Condensed into 31 accessible chapters, The Story for Teens sweeps you into the unfolding progression of Bible characters and events from Genesis to Revelation. Using the clear, accurate, and easy-to-understand text of the New International Version, it allows the stories, poems, and teachings of the Bible to read like a novel. And like any good story, it is filled with intrigue, drama, conflict, romance, and redemption.

The Long Road To Woodstock: The Way West: Horace Greeley, Editor, The New York Tribune [It's Gonna Be Like A Novel, Or At The Very Least A Novella, So If You're Not Up For It, Move Along]

The Long Road To Woodstock: The Way West: Horace Greeley, Editor, The New York Tribune [It's Gonna Be Like A Novel, Or At The Very Least A Novella, So If You're Not Up For It, Move Along]
It must have been about this time in May of 1969 that my mother drove me out to the juncture of Interstate 70 and State Route 209, south of Cambridge. I got out of the car, we said our goodbyes, she drove off, and I stuck out my thumb, heading west. You had to stand at the top of the on-ramp—you weren’t allowed to get down on the Interstate and hitchike there.
There never would have been much question in my mind about which direction I was going, west was where it’s at. In my mind, the East has always represented the status quo; the West promise and possibility. I’m not sure that I needed Horace Greeley to tell me that—I had already taken my lessons from Pecos Bill. The west was where Billy the Kid shot people, and Jesse James robbed people; the west was where you walked out of your tent and down to the rushing stream and panned for gold nuggets. In fact, on my one trip out west (we got only as far as Colorado) prior to this, I had actually seen a man panning for gold in just such a stream, and he was the real thing, not some actor at an amusement park. I do remember that when I first started thinking about my western excussion, that San Francisco was my first thought. San Francisco was ground zero of the Hippie Revolution. But the "Death of Hippie" parade had already occured in 1967, and all the literature (i.e., Time Magazine, which had been my Bible as a teenager, and the New York Times, to which I had become addicted, now that I was in school in the big city and could buy it every day) stated that the San Francisco scene was a squalid mess. Plus, of course, I didn’t know anyone in San Francisco, and I wasn’t prepared to work from a tabula rasa—I (probably with the firm encouragement of my parents) was going to a place where I at least knew someone—-Seattle, where my stepfather’s first cousin was an executive with Boeing. The Selby’s would put me up for a few weeks until I found my footing—it had all been arranged.
So I was heading west to Seattle, starting out at eight o”clock on a Monday morning. I had spent the week prior laying the groundwork (with Joan) for my eventual return. What conditions we had imposed on each other I don’t remember. What excuses I made to justify my absence I don’t remember. I know that I left with the certain expectation that when I returned, I would be welcomed back into her thin sweet arms and tender, febrile lips—and that that was as far as I would get. I was persistent, I would keep trying, but I probably knew that on this task, I was doomed like Sisyphus.


I don’t know much, but I know enough to say that religion is all a lie. I should have realized earlier when I was a child at the beginning, literally, as in the book of Genesis beginning.

What?! God created woman out of man’s ribs?! A fucking talking snake?! Jesus Christ, if the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves were in the Old Testament, I would have believed that bullshit, too.

As a teenager I went to a Catholic seminary school. I’d emotionally beat myself after beating myself. Masturbation is a mortal sin, the priest said. I was damned. Going straight to hell to burn eternally. That’s heavy shit for a prepubescent.
But it’s OK. All I needed to do is pray 2 Our Fathers and a Hail Mary. Throw in there a Glory Be for good measure. Wait. I thought it was a mortal sin…

My father was detached. My mother was emotionally abusive and fucked up her damn self. I think she was Histrionic. Something like that. They fought a lot. She had no respect for him. She didn’t work. She was cussing at him all the time. "Why don’t you leave her? Please leave her.", I urged my father time and time again. "Because what God has put together, let no man put asunder.", "We should just accept our family’s fate. It is God’s will", he said. Jesus fucking Christ. I can’t believe I had to endure all that for some pussy’s "faith". Some all knowing, all powerful God wants us to live hell on earth. They’re still together. Thanks to God.

All of my formative experiences are nothing, though, compared to atrocities performed in the name of beliefs. Like the witch hunts, crusades, Israeli/Palestine war, homophobia, arranged marriages, the burka, suicide bombing, 9/11, etc.

I swear, religion is the biggest hurdle to humans’ development personally and as a civilization.

I should’ve slept in in all of those Sunday mornings. ‘dammit.

bible stories for teenagers

High School TalkSheets on the New Testament, Epic Bible Stories: 52 Ready-to-Use Discussions
‘The teenagers in your youth group love to talk about epic things—whether it’s the latest blockbuster movie or a new song from their favorite band. Now you can get them talking about the epic stories found in the New Testament. The best-selling TalkSheets series brings you an epic discussion starter in High School TalkSheets: 50 Ready-to-Use New Testament Discussions. The one-page, reproducible handouts are compelling and thought provoking. Not only that, they’re easy for you to use: You’ll find helpful hints and optional activities that can help facilitate great conversations. Using the TalkSheets in this book, your high school students will explore and talk about epic stories like: * Jesus’ Birth * The Teenage Jesus * Jesus Raises a Widow’s Son to Life * Jesus Walks on Water * Mary and Martha * A Shriveled Fig Tree Object Lesson * Jesus Before Pilate * The Great Commission * Peter and John Can’t Keep Quiet * Ananias and Sapphira Are Dead Wrong * Barnabas, The Encourager * Paul Before King Agrippa * And many, many more!’