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Amplified And I find myself here on my knees again, Caught up in grace like an avalanche, Nothing compares to this love, love, love, Burning in my heart - Hillsong United Six girls, One van, and a whole playlist of worship music. It is March 4, 2011, and today marks the start of the Amplified Student Conference at Healing Place Church. I guess I am pretty excited, I mean why shouldn’t I be? For a weekend I get to escape the troubles of home and get to hang out with some of my new-found friends. Who knows? Maybe this weekend can be the start of something new. I should probably give you a little background to the story first. Imagine an awkward, lanky little eleven-year-old girl. Yep, that girl would be me. I had just started going to this new church called The Church in St. Amant, a small church filled with a bunch of country people from the back roads of St. Amant. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating; they aren’t that bad, but this setting is a lot different from the traditional catholic churches I am used to attending. A girl named Haley, from youth, invited me to this conference. My …show more content…
Eyes close, head down, I am singing with all my heart moving to the bass as its movement glows in the pink heart. Thump “Clothed in rainbows of living color, flashes of lightning rolls of thunder.” My hands reach up for the sky, as if reaching for Him. Thump “Blessing and honor strength and glory and power be ,To You the only wise King!” Chills run down my whole body. My legs weak, I can’t hold up, i fall to my knees and continue praising. I can’t even explain this feeling. It is like all emotions combined. I am so overwhelmed by HIs presence. Am I crying? I wipe my face only to be greeted with black tears. I don’t even care that after this I am destined to look like a Racoon. I am just so glad to be here, with all of these other people, all worshiping and praising
The story begins with the protagonist, Tia, and her best friend, Marcelle, hanging out after Sunday School as usual, watching and gossiping about the other girls. However, this Sunday was different as Tia is struggling with the message from her class. The readings from that morning showed how conservative Tia’s life was at this point. In addition to these traditional readings, many of the girls in Tia’s class were beginning to speak in tongues; however, Tia is unable to master this skill. “You could only truly speak in tongues when all the worldly matters were emptied from your mind, or else there was no room for God.” Tia is constantly trying to achieve this connection, but is
The lights dimmed. You could see everyone raising their hands while closing their eyes. In this moment, there was only silence. Each person keeping still. Tears running down the faces of the ones who have been touched. Touched not physically, but touched emotionally in the soul. In this moment there was no fear, there was only strength. Standing and gazing over all the people who were singing, I led them in praise and worship. For many years throughout my highschool career, I’ve led my youth and church through many worships noticing how each and every individual grows and prospers to enhance their fullest potentials. Leading through my voice has strengthen my voice. My voice has grown from a child to a young adults. Leading a group in my church through my voice has not always been easy though, but the ending reward of knowing what I have accomplished in aiding those who need the help is fulfilling.
As I sat in the boiling hot sun, the heat that had overwhelmed me throughout the day surpassed. I was engulfed by Lu Paul, a native Hawaiian advocate who was telling me the story of how Native Hawaiians loss their rights. “How did my people become a minority in their own land?” he asked me inquisitively. I found myself making many connections with this man’s story and my own. As he answered my questions about inequality in his community, he began to speak of many things that I had witnessed in my life, that I thought only my own culture experienced. “My people need to fight for equal education, language rights, and employment”, he stated firmly. It was in this moment I began to broaden my perspective of inequality and minority rights. This along with the many other field experiences I had during my semester abroad, help shape my desire to attend law school and work both nationally and abroad in civil and human rights.
For my second diversity event, I went to "Minnesota OUT! Campus Conference- Keynote Speaker, Pidgeon Pagonis." The event was hosted by MOCC/LGBT Center/Latino Affairs. Though I did not attend the entire conference I went the last day, it was a very eye-opening experience for me. Pidgeon spoke about intersex, which I found out is the case in which "a person is born with a reproductive or sexual anatomy that doesn't seem to fit the typical definitions of female or male" (isna.org). Before attending the event the former was known to me as "hermaphrodite." Pidgeon talked about how that term is offensive to intersex people, due to its history. There were a lot of "aha moments" for me, more than anything though a new world was being presented to me.
I started studying health and nutrition when I joined Herbalife in August of 2014. I decided to study health and nutrition, because my weight was out of control and I wanted to find a way to live a healthier lifestyle. In 2014 I started making healthier food choices and along with exercising consistently, was able to drop twenty pounds in one month. Losing the weight led me to become a health and wellness trainer and to be a successful trainer I knew I had to increase my knowledge on health and nutrition.
The struggle of not being able to breathe properly, gasping for air while the fever inside was killing me little by little and my fragile self in the age of four did not know what was happening to me I was brain dead, more like clueless little kid almost having a near death experience of having a seizure that in the end it changed my life and the way I looked at it because God gave me another chance to actually prove to him that I can be someone in my life and grateful to be alive today knowing that I have family that actually loves me for who I am.
At last I arrived, unmolested except for the rain, at the hefty decaying doors of the church. I pushed the door and it obediently opened, then I slid inside closing it surreptitiously behind me. No point in alerting others to my presence. As I turned my shoulder, my gaze was held by the magnificence of the architecture. It never fails to move me. My eyes begin by looking at the ceiling, and then they roam from side to side and finally along the walls drinking in the beauty of the stained glass windows which glowed in the candle light, finally coming to rest on the altar. I slipped into the nearest pew with the intention of saying a few prayers when I noticed him. His eyes were fixated upon me. I stared at the floor, but it was too late, because I was already aware that he wasn’t one of the priests, his clothes were all wrong and his face! It seemed lifeless. I felt so heavy. My eyes didn’t want to obey me. Neither did my legs. Too late I realised the danger! Mesmerised, I fell asleep.
During the first session with the client we went over the consent form and I asked them if there were any questions about it, which they had only one to make sure that it was not being show to the entire class, once answered they signed the form. I think that when I make my own form I will have a better understanding of how to explain the reason behind it and also better explain what it is form. After the form was signed I conducted and interview with the client.
As an African American woman, I have lived and worked in underserved communities and have experienced personally, the social and economic injustices grieved by underserved communities and the working poor. All of which, has increased my desires to work with such populations. A reserved person by nature, I have exposed an inner voice that I was oblivious to. I have expressed my inner voice to those living in underserved communities, who are seeking social and economic stability. I have come to classify and value the strength I have developed by the need, to survive in an underserved community. I use these as my continuous struggle against the social and economic injustices that I have experienced, as a product of an underserved community and as an African American woman. I have continued my struggle to overcome the barriers from my upbringing in an underserved community.
Over the summer, I spent a week at the United States Naval Academy participating in the Summer Seminar program. Created to replicate life as an actual plebe, the Summer Seminar gives an opportunity for rising seniors to experience the Academy for themselves as they hope to attend the school. Visiting the campus for the first time, I finally witnessed the historical implications of the campus for myself. While walking through the hallways of history, I gazed upon the diverse landscape of the rural Annapolis area. Situated at the confluence of the Chesapeake Bay and the Severn River, USNA lies on a flat area suited for training. Individuals use many different hills and walking trails. Both the military and the moral aspect of the school separates the Academy from other rigorous schools. This principle of moral and military respect derives from the mission of the Naval Academy. According to the Naval Academy mission , “To develop Midshipmen morally, mentally and physically and to imbue them with the highest ideals of duty, honor and loyalty in order to graduate leaders who are dedicated to a career of naval service and have potential for future development in mind and character to assume the highest responsibilities of command, citizenship and government." USNA commissions future Naval
The day started off pretty normal, well, besides the fact that we had all stayed in a house with nothing but an old Nintendo system and a couple of lawn chairs. We went to breakfast at Denny's, after which we made our way to Denver, the site of the day's big event. On our way to my cousin's apartment, we drove by the multi million-dollar complex. It had a huge billboard that said "Summer Sanitarium." To my surprise, I kind of got a nervous feeling. Why? I do not know. We proceeded to my cousin's apartment where the entire group conglomerated in preparation of the concert. We had a large group of people that consisted of Carter, Josh, Seth, Sam and his two brothers, Tim, Kim, Eric, my brother me and. While waiting for the right time to arrive at the event, we had the radio turned to a station that was playing Metallica in honor of their presence in Denver.
Since joining the team on October 10th, I have attended a variety of safety meetings. The last C&DS monthly meeting was on November 2nd. I also joined the safe walking campaign led by Kelly Stroud. With that group I educated others on the dangers of distracted walking. In addition to attending meetings, I have conducted myself in a safe manner while in and out of the office. I have had zero recordables, zero injuries and zero accidents.
Panic swept over me like a deep winter chill as a nudge from behind forced me to take a step forward. I watched as the curtain swung to the side allowing Hell to spit out a young girl. I watched her walk to a nearby pew and kneel obediently and begin saying her penance. Searching her face intently, I saw no signs of fowl play. Instead of comforting me however, this seemed to only add to my anxiety. With deep...
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I entered into the worship service, unaware of what to expect. I was not familiar with this church, it was a non-denominational church, but the pastor had his roots in the A.M.E. Zion Church and branched out to establish his own church. I walked into the sanctuary prepared to participate in the Sunday School. I found a seat and readied myself to engage in some meaningful discussion. After sitting for several minutes, I asked one of the gentlemen who was standing at the front of the church if they had already started and where was the lesson coming from. He looked at his watch and indicated that he didn’t know if we had time for Sunday School. A puzzled look came over my face and I couldn’t help but express my confusion as I looked at my watch and we had 45 minutes before the worship service was to begin. He then grumbled a bit and said okay, okay, we can begin now. He then presented the group with a concern he had with the invocation. He started by providing an analogy of if he goes to your house, he expects to find you. There is no need invite you into your own home. I slowly raised my hand. He reluctantly called on me. I expressed to him the relevance of centering ourselves and humbling ourselves in the presence of God. We have to remember that God is in the audience and we have to give him the proper recognition by acknowledging Him and expressing our unworthiness to be in His divine presence. From his initial questions, I deduced he came from a worship tradition which did not embrace the traditional invocation, but possibly replaced the “invocation with a casual greeting by the pastor…in a false attempt to create “community” and make worshipers feel comfortable.” Worship is not intended to be a “feel good” exper...