Hey ladies, I have a huge favor to ask. Four years ago my brother graduated bible college in Murrieta CA and didn’t know what path to take next. He started hanging out with an old friend and got involved in smoking pot. From there he was headed on a down ward spiral and it was hard to watch. One day he recived a call from a friend from bible college who had moved to Texas and was involved with a church out there. Eventually he convinced my brother to get a one way bus ticket to Texas and check out his church. One day he called me and let me know he was leaving for Texas to join a church. At first I thought this was going to be a good move for him and a place he could use his gifts in ministry. Unfortunately, what my family and I thought was …show more content…
My parents received a call from him but it sounded nothing like my brother. He began to tell us we weren't saved and going to hell, he quoted scripture after scripture, and started referring to his church family as his new family. It's been hard for my family and I to wrap our heads around. After some time I had to let my brother know that I love him, I will always be here for him, but the relationship we once had is gone and it broke my heart. I couldn’t take the constant conversations about how I needed to leave my family and join his church so I could truly be saved. It came to the point where I had to block his phone number and delete him from my social media. It felt like I lost a loved one but he’s still alive. Over the last couple years through my parents I’ve learned he is married, has a baby boy, and has another child on the way. Growing up my brother and I were close so not being there for his wedding or getting to see his kids is crazy to me. I feel like it’s a bad dream that I wish someone would wake me up from one day and everything will be as it once was. Until then I remain in prayer and my trust fully in God because without Him I wouldn’t have the hope or faith that one day my brother will open his eyes and leave this
Dolgellau. I turn my head once again to the graveyard. This to me is a
Father, computer server engineer, alcoholic, and felon. My dad, Jason Wayne DeHate, has influenced my life, not only genetically, but he has also improved my character and creativity throughout the years. Beginning at age two, I was cultured with profanity spit from rappers such as Eminem. While my mother was at work we had multiple videotaped “jam sessions” and coloring time that allowed for the foundation of friendship we have today. The jam sessions consisting of me mumbling and stumbling in front of the television, as he was “raising the roof” from his lazyboy. Since then, he has taught me how to rollerblade, change wiper blades, and play my favorite sport, tennis. Along with influencing my leisure activities and the music I enjoy, his prominent personality allows me to grow as a person. Being the only male figure in my immediate family, I
After seeing though the eyes of my pastor I’ve come to realize the importance of faith and committing to one’s beliefs. Returning to church after two massive losses has helped my mother in many ways and it has also taught me as a young man how small things that I could do would turn to have a big impact on someone’s life the same way my pastor impacted my life and the life of my siblings.
This is crazy. Why am I afraid? I’m acting as if this is my first funeral. Funerals have become a given, especially with a life like mine, the deaths of my father, my uncle and not my biological mother, you would think I could be somewhat used to them by now. Now I know what you’re thinking, death is all a part of life. But the amount of death that I’ve experienced in my life would make anyone cower away from the thought. This funeral is nothing compared to those unhappy events.
I received the call that my brother had overdosed when I was going to a haunted house with a couple of my friends. My mother had not known the severity and told me not to worry. Steven had overdosed in the past so I was not as concerned as I should have been. My friends and I kept on with our festivities and then they dropped me off at my house. There was no one home and I became distressed. When I called my mother she told me to just go to bed and that they would be home soon. I forced myself to sleep. I was in a daze when my mother and father came into my room to tell me that my brother was dead. I don’t know what happened in my brain, but I could not talk and I could not cry. I believe I brushed it off as an awful nightmare. My unconscious demeanor scared my parents so they kept sending people in my room trying to get through to me. I woke up to my best friend hugging me, not saying a word, and then she left. I woke up to my grandma holding my hand with tears flowing down her eyes, not saying a word, and then she left. I woke to my godmother speaking about grief and how I needed to believe that he was gone, and then she left. How was I supposed to believe that my brother was no longer on this earth? I sat there on my bed alone as the idea of my brother dying crept into my mind. My heart began to literally ache. I cried hysterically for hours on hours. It has been a year since he has passed and it doesn’t get any
at the memorial, our pastor spoke of God, of how even "Jesus wept" at a friend's death (excuse my ignorance, i know not much of religion.). he said that he knew we were angry, that he knew we would harbor hate and such for a long time, that we would always struggle to understand what happened. i was fine until that point. because i had never really thought about it. I hadn't grieved, I hadn't cried, I wasn't even able to find a friend to cry to. it's our new dark family secret. A promising, handsome, charming young man, with two beautiful daughters, a third on the wa...
Christianity on the other seemed like something I would enjoy and understand. Second Baptist church became my second home the concepts explained became my way of thinking. Knowing that nothing could get better if I did not talk to anyone I decided to speak to the pastor privately. Emotions and tears filled my eyes as I told him what I had been doing and hiding from my parents. It was explained to me that he had seen this all before and that this was nothing to worry too much about. Suddenly I felt the urge to cry even more, in the hour that I had spent talking to the pastor I managed to release the fear of rejection and depression into the hands of the pastor, and
Imagine having to wake up each day wondering if that day will be the last time you see or speak to your father. Individuals should really find a way to recognize that nothing in life is guaranteed and that they should live every day like it could be there last. This is the story of my father’s battle with cancer and the toll it took on himself and everyone close to him. My father was very young when he was first diagnosed with cancer. Lately, his current health situation is much different than what it was just a few months ago. Nobody was ready for what was about to happen to my dad, and I was not ready to take on so many new responsibilities at such an adolescent age. I quickly learned to look at life much differently than I had. Your roles change when you have a parent who is sick. You suddenly become the caregiver to them, not the other way around.
As we pulled into the parking lot of the funeral home, I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. Just a week ago, my ex-husband Rick, had brought our children back from a fun-filled vacation. They had spent two weeks exploring Tennessee, visiting amusement parks, and flying over the Smokey Mountains. He had brought them back to Ohio, dropped them off at my new house, and had asked to see the dog that my daughter adopted at the humane society. I had taken him to see the dog, she seemed uncomfortable with his presence and growled. Still he had lingered, talking about their trip and his plans for the next time he saw them. The conversation and pleasantries were hard for me to force. Years of living with someone who was manipulative and had abused
... lots of prayer in order for him to feel and receive Christ into his life. To end the conversation I told him that I do indeed want him to become a Christian with me so that he can have eternal life with me. I stated that I do not want to go on in life without having the great feeling that you are in fellowship with God. I ended it with the fact though that I will not try to expedite the process, he will have to find the will himself to find God. There is only so much I can say and do and the type of person I’m dealing with does not like to be pressured into something he is uncertain of, thus I find it better that the Holy Spirit works within his life to show him that his path is the right one for him. I will continuous pray for him however in order for the Holy Spirit to know that he needs salvation, he needs to have a fellowship with Christ and have eternal life.
In February of 2014, little did I know my life would be forever changed with a simple invitation to church, I had no idea as to the impact it would have on my life, and is still currently impacting my life. I had very limited religous experience, I knew the basis that there was a God, He did exisit. However, I did not know what any of this meant, God was simply not a part of my life. I was extened an invitation to come to a Sunday morning service at River City Fellowship in Gallipolis, my aunt had asked me to join her as her husband was a good friend of the of the pastor John O'brien. I have since accepted God as my savior, I was baptized in His name, and I also become a member of River City Fellowship.
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
We are here today for Jason J England. Born on October 12, 1998 in Salt lake City, Utah. Jason had a rough childhood. He moved through 3 states and didn’t settle down until the age of five. By that age he moved to Craig, Colorado and grew up there for 11 years. But him growing up always dealt with family problems that included social services and the police. When he got to Colorado and met his best friend Edgar and some neighbors they all were always together. Always outside doing something so that took Jason away from all the drama at home. Until his 3rd-5th grade years hit him and social services were attempting to take him and his sisters away from their mother and the cops were always around checking up or arresting his oldest brother. With all this going on, it never stopped him from going and seeing his friends every day.
Susie told me she found a church home, I ask her where and what is the name of the church; she stated full gospels church. Susie said the church is one block from here. That Sunday we went there I found out the man she meets at the park was one of the Ministers. Susie and Minister Fuller became serious in their relationship. A year later they got married. After going there for a year, I asked James to come with me, and he did. One thing about James, if you ask him to go, and he didn’t want to go he would still go because you ask. Once he was there, he; loved it. Then his schedule changed, he worked on Sundays. The more I went to church, the closer I got to God. I worked in the church, went to Bible class on Wednesdays, the new beginner class on Fridays. I wanted to stay close to God. James I had a son. We named him walker. After having my second child out of wedlock, I decided it was time to get my life organized. So I prayed to the Lord and asked him to keep me until I got married. I did not want to have another child out of wedlock. Then I spoke with
The following essay details what would be if I was given the responsibility of writing my own eulogy. First and foremost, I was a great man. I wore my heart on my sleeve and never held anything back when it came to expressing myself. I wasn't good at hiding my emotions, which often got the better of me, but the sincerity in my heart was probably my most endearing quality. I was a good kid.