Church became a hobby to me, I didn’t hate going there but it was just what you did. I thought that all families were like that also, I didn’t realize till my teenage years that not everyone goes to church every Sunday morning and Wednesday night. But as I grew older and started really listening to what my friends would talk about at school, I saw that life wasn’t all about going to church and being a Christian for some people. During my seventh grade year, my church went to a youth rally at a local church on weekend. Because of this rally and the message it sent, I realized and wanted to give my life to Jesus through baptism.
Each year I try to help set up but I’m usually at a church service during set-up. The actual day I help by sitting at one of the craft tables and making sure the kids have everything they need to do the craft and explain how to do the craft to them. Also there is an Easter egg... ... middle of paper ... ...to. In the end my year has always been a rewarding year because of all the things I do in my church. I do not ask for recognition on the extra things I do besides the things I mention but sometimes something would be said during the service’s praises.
I started attending a youth group of an upscale church in southeast Michigan on a regular basis after finishing my freshman year of high school. I had been going to that church on Sunday mornings since Kindergarten. I wanted to get closer to my friends and God. After my sophomore year, I stopped attending because of my demanding schoolwork. Last summer, I returned and attended on an almost weekly basis, however, when I started college it was a little too much for me.
The following Sunday after mass at my church in Wynne, we spoke with Father Sammy, our priest, to inform him on my plans, so he could make arrangements so I could start my classes soon. Within a week I met Louise Hess, who is the coordinator for the religious classes at St.Peter’s Catholic Church. I purchased the required book and my teacher was our deacon, Deacon Carlos. In Wynne and surrounding areas the Hispanic community is smaller in comparison to Jonesboro and its surrounding areas; therefore, my church community was smaller, and my class for confirmation was only me and Aimme. My journey of getting closer to God and receiving the Holy Spirit had
I was a Catechumen at St. Antony's in Tulsa, preparing to be received into the Orthodox Church through Chrismation on Holy Saturday (the Saturday before Pascha/Easter). I had been attending the parish for a while, loved Orthodoxy and knew I wanted to be a part of the Church. But the beauty of the liturgical year was still something fresh and new to me. My friend Dennis had a connection to Lazarus Saturday (though I can't quite remember what that connection was), and got Christmated as Gregory that day. So I got up early and went to the, it was a Saturday morning and I was in college so it probably wasn't that early - maybe 9:00 am.
This is the way Patty Jackson’s and her office looked when stepping inside. Who would have known that a small city girl would have made it this far, Look how far she has come! Patty Jackson is a Philadelphia native with a bright future. Growing up in South Philadelphia isn’t an easy task for any teen but Jackson has beaten the odds. Jackson attended church every Sunday with family and friends; she would be summoned by the pastor to read daily scriptures, poems and announcements for the church.
Finding a place to go where everyone seemed to perfect gave me a new way to live life. Walking into a church is almost like wearing a mask for a few hours and then taking it off. Although the masks may just be a variation of your face some aren 't. When you go to church you wear your Sunday best, you put on a smile, and you get your loving attitude ready to go. I loved every second of it, although I wondered why anyone would hate the idea of the love and support a church can offer.
I went (and still go) to church every Sunday because of my parent’s religious background rubbing off onto me. One Sunday, there was a hymn being sung. There were tvs behind the choir area where the lyrics were put on display. I would’ve sang along with the rest of the church, but it was in Romanian. I was sitting next to mom and she noticed I wasn’t paying attention.
A couple of days ago, I attended my senior trip. When I first got there I was just glad to be out of class but as the day progressed I began to talk to God. I began to hear the music of the Lord. I felt lifted at the end of the day. After I leave Church, I always feel lifted (if I go to the right church).
Even though the service learning project is over, I will continue to volunteer in the Faith Sunday school class every Sunday this semester. I am already dreading going home for summer break, because I want people to see the Faith Class members every Sunday. The service learning project has changed the way I view people with disabilities and think all people should volunteer with people with disabilities to gain more experience with People First Language.