Personal Narrative: Christianity

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McKenzie Jewett CIU Application Essay I was brought up in a Christian home. I attended church every Sunday at India Hook United Methodist Church starting when I was two weeks old. I still attend the same church. As I got older, around middle school, my parents stopped going to church as frequently so I did too. Throughout middle school I was very weak in my faith. I didn’t really know much about Christianity, despite being in church since infancy. I started going to church camps over the summer towards the end of middle school. At Summer Lake Junaluska MYP 2013 I found salvation in Jesus Christ. I was sitting there listening to the band, This is Luke, play. All of a sudden I felt God’s presents and I immediately started crying. That is also

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