A creative student publication that testifies artistically to how God's Kingdom is advancing in our generation, community, nation, and world. The Witness bases its name on the Greek word martureo found in 1 John 4:14, "We have seen and testify [martureo] that the Father sent the Son to be the Savior of the world."

The Witness is designed for teens to actively use their gifts for God's glory. Whether it is drawing, painting, comics, photography, articles, poetry, editorials, or testimonials, The Witness desires our students to testify of what Jesus has done and who He is.

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Apr 16, 2014
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There is Peace in despair; Rest in exhaustion; Hope in uncertainty—his name is Jesus.

Join us at @bethelnwi this weekend as we celebrate life out of death in Christ. (at Bethel Church)

There is Peace in despair; Rest in exhaustion; Hope in uncertainty—his name is Jesus.

Join us at @bethelnwi this weekend as we celebrate life out of death in Christ. (at Bethel Church)


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Apr 10, 2014
@ 9:24 am
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"Grace is wild. Grace unsettles everything. Grace overflows the banks. Grace messes up your hair. Grace is not tame. In fact, unless we are making the devout nervous, we are not preaching grace as we ought." Doug Wilson

"Grace is wild. Grace unsettles everything. Grace overflows the banks. Grace messes up your hair. Grace is not tame. In fact, unless we are making the devout nervous, we are not preaching grace as we ought." Doug Wilson


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Apr 9, 2014
@ 9:13 am
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Let the Heavens open;
Let Your Kingdom move.
All our faith and hope in
Our great God.
#karijobe

Let the Heavens open;
Let Your Kingdom move.
All our faith and hope in
Our great God.
#karijobe


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Apr 7, 2014
@ 9:25 am
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I can feel Your open arms,
That pure emotion.
I’m finally free again.
#saltwaterheart

I can feel Your open arms,
That pure emotion.
I’m finally free again.
#saltwaterheart


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Apr 6, 2014
@ 12:44 pm
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This body’s not my own;
This world is not my own,
But I still can hear the sound
Of my heart beating out.
#whereibelong

This body’s not my own;
This world is not my own,
But I still can hear the sound
Of my heart beating out.
#whereibelong


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Apr 4, 2014
@ 10:40 am
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I’m a sojourner in a culture of contradictions.

I’m a sojourner in a culture of contradictions.


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Apr 3, 2014
@ 9:14 am
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And we find what we’re made of through the open door. #switchfoot #houseofblues

And we find what we’re made of through the open door. #switchfoot #houseofblues


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Mar 31, 2014
@ 9:30 am
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The light of our day is in the death of his. #greatexchange

The light of our day is in the death of his. #greatexchange


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Mar 30, 2014
@ 5:36 pm
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A city resembles what it reveres, either for ruin or for restoration. #StephenUm #JustinBuzzard

A city resembles what it reveres, either for ruin or for restoration. #StephenUm #JustinBuzzard


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Mar 29, 2014
@ 3:39 pm
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This story began in a garden and ends in a city.

This story began in a garden and ends in a city.