Hope for the Next Generation
“Hope for the Next Generation” by Bryce Bengtson.
This blog is authored by a member of the next generation, Dr. Bengtson’s son, Bryce.
“Hope for the Next Generation” is Bryce’s take on life as a 21st-century adolescent.
He speaks from an identity as a child of the One True King, and offers Biblical insight for the challenges he faces, and the challenges of his peers.
I walked down the hall not making a sound. I got jostled and bumped by everyone around me. Backpacks knocked me back and forth as I clutched my books tighter to my chest. I looked down and pushed my earbuds farther in trying not to be noticed by anyone near me, hoping...
“This is your captain speaking. Prepare for lift off.”
I leaned back and looked out the window at the airport. I felt the cabin slant and started to gain air pressure little by little. We climbed higher in the sky and I could see the city from up there. I laid back and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.
I heard a story once about a girl who was bullied because of facial scars and deformities. She would always look down on herself for not being beautiful in others’ eyes and never wanted anyone to leave her out. She was picked on but she stayed strong in her faith and was able to stand righteous. She stood up to the bullies and eventually they backed down. Eventually she learned how you are always beautiful in God’s eyes, and how you can always stand tall in the face of the devil. [more]
I jumped two feet in the air as the alarm bell blared. It was 3rd period; Library aid and therefore it was unusual for me to hear an annoying, ear rattling, UNNECESSARILY LOUD, fire bell SHATTERING MY EARDRUMS! I bolted upright to realize that it was the fire alarm. The librarian came out and guided the students in the room who didn’t know where to go; outside and onto the track; our position for fire drills. [more]
I ran around the room grabbing at everything that looked interesting. I just drank a full cup of coffee and I could not calm down. I was so energized I put on my running shoes and started a run. I raced up a hill and barreled down the other side at my fastest pace. I loved the feeling of the wind messing up my hair as I ran. As I slowed and turned around I realized how fast I had burned out. I started walking as I trudged back to the house. [more]
“Shadow! Come! No! Get off Mrs. Miller’s yard! Come on, let’s go! We are trying to get you together with your sister and your brothers.” [more]
In 1900, a hurricane hit Galveston Texas, wiping out one-sixth of the entire population. Because of that, the city built a sea wall in case it ever happened again. Well, it was a good idea because in 2000 another hurricane struck the town, but after each one, everything grew back. All the plants, trees, and even most of the population. [more]
As I walked down the aisle, I spotted my friend in the checkout lane. When I started to walk over she saw me. We exchanged greetings and talked. I did not even know she was in town. Apparently, she was attending a conference I was also going to the next day. [more]
“Mind if we turn on some music?” As I hit the button to turn on a radio station, a car coming in my direction shone it’s light directly into my eyes and temporarily blinded me. I moved over a little bit to try not to hit anything before my vision came back and I was able to see the road in front of me. [more]
“Opening the cage door was not as easy as Max had hoped. Max leaped against the kennel’s gate, his body hitting the chain link with a loud clang… the next effort was going to have to count. Tensing his hind legs, Max leaped. His paws hit the chain link. The gate rattled. He bent his front paws, straining to hold himself up while his hind feet scrabbled against the concrete. Eyes wide, he forced his snout between the door and the pole. It was a tight fit, the cool metal pressing against his gums as he opened his mouth wide. [more]