Rebecca Stewart
Rebecca, like her biblical namesake, is dedicated to being a useful instrument in God’s hands in order to teach others about the scriptures and God’s wisdom for life’s walk. She is a mother who has learned that people learn best when they have the opportunity to teach others. Rebecca is the co-author of “Walk a Straight Path in a Crooked World” 
This book is based on the premise that the Western World is divided between two opposing worldviews: that of the relativistic M’n-M culture (the culture of materialism and meaningless) and that deriving from the divine narrative preserved by the Hebrew and Greek Scriptures. A personal journey in living, this book contrasts these two ways of thinking, shows the way out of the human dilemmas common today, and encourages us to take up the challenge to Walk a Straight Path in a Crooked World, the path leading to happiness and a hope that lasts longer than a lifetime.
Those who have read the book know that Rebecca has a passion for poetry as well as prose.
She has had many years experience teaching bible classes and finds that drama, art, crafts, and journaling are helpful tools in educating young people in the bible basics. She enjoys writing reader’s theatre scripts to help young people rehearse the biblical stories and learn the important spiritual lessons that are relevant to our generation.
Does What You Believe Really Matter?
by CGP on Dec.02, 2011, under Rebecca Stewart
Does what you believe Really matter?
Pesach-The poem
by COG Nanaimo on Mar.20, 2010, under Articles, Rebecca Stewart
Honesty
by COG Nanaimo on Mar.14, 2010, under Articles, Rebecca Stewart
Honesty can be such a little thing, but the most important thing. There is no growth or change without it. It informs our conscience and provides the foundation and direction for our life.
Have you ever gone through the check-out line and just as you step away having paid for your purchases you look down at the foot of your cart and see a large item, say, toilet paper. This happened to me recently and not being too sure of my memory these days a little worm of doubt burrowed its way into my mind. Had I paid for this? No one else was worried about it if I had proceeded to walk out the door, and it was only six dollars of goods. But my conscience is a fragile and precious thing, so I stopped, turned, and asked if the cashier had included this purchase? No, she had not. So she rang it up. I paid and then left – with a clear conscience.