Descriptive Essay: The First Evangelical Haitian Baptist Church

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Everyone’s eyes were glued to me, faces burdened with the question: “Did she really just say that?” It was 2:05 pm. A summer Sunday. The sun beat on my barren shoulders, who were soon to be covered up in the temple. My toes, fighting like siblings, for space in those sexy red heels. My left arm cradled the Holy Bible, while my alto saxophone weighed down my right. I attend the First Evangelical Haitian Baptist church religiously, from two to five pm every Sunday afternoon. Every fourth sunday of the month we conduct youth sunday in English, and on those days I lead praise and worship. As you can tell, I have an immense passion for music, whether playing or singing. It is fairly ironic though. I love music but I am severely deaf in both …show more content…

The walls, burgundy red, match the pews downstairs. Sunlight pervades into each room through the stained glass windows decorated with figures of Christ. When I arrived to class, it had only been about 5 or 6 people there already. These people were like my siblings. Different colored crayons all raised in the same box. Growing up, it was just me, my sister Tara, and our childhood friend Kaitland from church. We were the three musketeers. Especially after my parents separated, my mom would drop us off at Kaitlands house early in the morning so that her father could give us a ride to school. Ten years after the divorce, both of my parents are happily remarried and my dad was two more kids, so I have three siblings now. It's very convenient that my parents live 10 minutes apart and not halfway across the country. I go to church with my dad most Sundays, but this Sunday he was working. I went …show more content…

Aren’t we all sinners? You can’t hold one sin as worse than the other ones.”
He then proceeds to give me a lousy answer not really saying anything at all regarding my question. Either way, it wasn’t for him. I knew it was too late to change his traditional ways, but I wanted my classmates to hear it. I wanted to show them that you don’t have to agree with everything a teacher or mentor says. I wanted to teach them not to silence their thoughts
Now what does this tell you about me? Why not just write about my family, and friends, and obstacles? Why not write about my good grades and amicable characteristics? Why would I choose to depend my college acceptance on this story? This essay is not about if I’m “supposed” to hate gay people as a Christian. This essay is about standing up for something that I believe in, and I believe that makes me stand out. Often as followers of Christ, the religion as a whole tends to single out homosexualitry and separate Gays from God’s love. That’s why I raised my hand that day. I was tired of hearing these ignorant comments from my parents, or my aunts and uncles, or my church leaders. This just goes to show that when I believe something is wrong, I am going to say it. I’m going to voice my opinion. Would I do it again? I sure would, and not just for this issue but many others. As a younger generation there are just some things your parents can’t understand. My friends and family

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