Growing up in a Christian family I have always attended church. The typical bible stories and illustrations have been imprinted into my mind unlike anything else. My first memory of church comes around 1st Grade at First Baptist Church in Medford, Oregon. Although I ask the Lord into my heart at age four, First Baptist formed my spiritual foundation. Whether it was through "sword drills" or verse memorization, those Sunday School sessions proved valuable to me in my walk with the Lord. My first big step in my faith came at a time where my family was taking a big step as well. My dad took a job in Columbus, Ohio at Cypress Christian School. I knew nothing other than First Baptist and the thought of attending a 'Mega-Church' was scary to me. Cypress Wesleyan was an absolute blessing, whether it was my first youth pastor Rick Rucker, or whether it was an amazing sports outreach program that I became involved with until my sophomore year. Cypress was the best middle school anybody could ask for. I met friends who are still in my life three moves …show more content…
The next day I was getting in a car headed to Rockford, Illinois with my dad on a job interview. Christian Life High School in Rockford, Illinois is the home of a lot of good people in a city where there isn't a lot of them. Playing football for the first time lined me up against one of my greatest friends and another brother figure in Tim Moza. Tim is a bodybuilder who loves football and he is also one of the most spiritually mature person I have ever met. My Junior year was hard, but because of the leaders on the football team I met people and made friends quickly. God has put me in a lot of tough spots in my short 17 years, moving back to the Northwest has challenged me again, but this time I'm looking forward to the year ahead of
I loved church. From belting "Father Abraham" to watching Gospel Bill videos to coloring pictures of David and Goliath, it was endless fun. The Sunday School teachers seemed immortal, and I loved talking to them, and I wanted to be just like them when I grew up. I learned to obey my parents and love my neighbor and speak in tongues. And of course I learned to love Jesus.
Growing up in a traditional catholic family I attended catholic school and church just like everyone else in my family. Every Sunday and Tuesday growing up I spent time at church. Going to church taught all about religion and forgiveness. I learned from the bible that god knows we are all sinners and that if we ask for forgiveness he forgives us. I was told that to church is a safe place for someone to go if they need help and that everyone has their arms open to people in need. The catholic religion says that god loves all his children even when they sin.
Growing up for me some would say it was rather difficult and in some ways I would agree. There have been a lot of rough times that I have been through. This has and will affect my life for the rest of my life. The leading up to adoption, adoption and after adoption are the reasons my life were difficult.
Growing up in a big family has taught me so many things... One, to never take things for granted and two, you always have someone to rely on and always have fun with. Being the youngest sibling and youngest cousin, i’ve gotten to hear so many of their life changing experiences, and the one that has had the biggest impact is TWB. My older cousin Whitney Miller went on TWB in 2001 where she met her husband John Miller. My other cousin Zach went in 2008, and my uncle John Ellington was counselor for 2 years. Getting to hear the different stories and perspectives of their journey on TWB has made me wish to have the life changing experiences they still continue to talk about. I go to school at Community School of Davidson and I have since kindergarten.
I attended the 11 a.m. morning worship service at First Baptist Church at 480 Thompsonville Lane in Oak Grove, K.Y. on Sunday November 1st. This is the church that mother attends every Sunday. While I identify myself as a Christian I have not attended a church service in about seven years so this was a somewhat experience for me. I was very nervous at first because I had not been to church in a while and because other Christians I had encountered seemed to very strict and judgmental. However, overall I had a pleasant time and felt very welcome in their community.
My Experience I am a Christian and I attend a church of Christ, so for my cultural plunge I decided to go to a different kind of church. I attended a service at Life Church, which is a non-denominational church. The atmosphere of the church building and the service were very different from what I normally experience at the church I attend.
Personal Narrative- Growing Closer to God. My head spins as I fly down Capital Circle on my way back home from church. Church has always been the highlight of my week, but something was missing tonight.
Although I was born in the church, our faith didn’t seem a priority for my family at first. When I was very young, about five or six, my parents filed for divorce, and my mother received custody of my siblings and I. I knew of Jesus back then, but going to church was rare, if ever.
After months and months of waiting for a decision, I had mentally come up with my own. The money didn’t seem as if it would come through for my brother and I to go to the private school my dad worked at, Hyde Park, so I was mentally prepared to stay at Cedar Park High School for the rest of my high school career. Everything seemed to be pointing at me staying there anyway, the guy I had been in love with since 7th grade asked to get back together the night before, this morning I had just run the Color Run with one of my best friends, and I had just finished hanging out with a group of my favorite people for a school project. It seemed as if God was calling me to stay at Cedar Park, and then when my mom came to pick me from my friends house, she said that one sentence that changed my life; “The money came through, welcome to Hyde Park.”
When presented with the question of what I think I will remember the most from my middle school experience, the first thing I think of is the Catholic education. At Carondelet, there was a very large emphasis put on learning as much as we could about being Catholic. I enjoyed that very much, as I am very interested in learning about my faith. Church is a large section of my school experience, and it would be strange to not continue that in high school. Carondelet instilled the idea of giving back to the community through volunteer work. At Carondelet, we work together as a community to help those in need. It feels good to help others and I would enjoy going to a school that values service to the community.
As a young child, I spent Sundays in the pews of various churches. My extended family had a wide variety of different denominations of Christianity. Some churches had loud music with singing and dancing, others lots of sitting and standing. But the
I believe in mormonism. I know that it is a bit of a cliche to speak about religion, so allow me to elaborate. I believe in the exactness of truth from being mormon and the power of prayer. I believe in the bonds of love and friendships I have created by being mormon. I was raised in a moron family where my dad was born into it and my mom was a convert, who converted when I turned one. I was taught standards of the gospel and grew up with the words of the prophets that I strictly keep to this day. There are many things that I wish to say, however, I do not want to confuse or drone on about the aspects of my religion. So, I will only speak of some of the most important points in my life that have allowed me to hold firm to my faith.
My parents, both avid converts to Christianity, met each other while both majoring in theology in Bible college. I joined the church the day I was born, and my religion continued to play a big role in my life, shaping my mindset and morals.
High school is an ever-changing experience where friends are made and lost, where growth is inevitable, and where a person’s actions start to shape who they are becoming. My high school exposure was one that was truly shaping me for Samford University. From the classes I was in, the sports I played, the friends I had, to the awesome extracurricular activities I was able to lead in; God was there shaping my life in many ways, for Samford. Through acquiring the role of captain on my track team, serving in many capacities with DeArmon C.A.S.T, and leading kids with medical and special needs through the organization Out of Zion; I was being prepared for a school like Samford.
The purpose of this paper is to discuss a service that I got to attend that was different from my own religious tradition. I decided to go with my chosen topic because to be honest I had never experienced or thought to experience a different type of church service other than the one I grew up in. I grew up in a Christian home and attended a non-denominational Christian church on a regular basis. I just never felt the need to experience something that was different. So I decided to attend a mass at a Catholic church. I had been to weddings in a Catholic church and even funerals with a Catholic involvement but not an actual mass.