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I never was a really religious person. I would go to church on Sunday 's like every other family in my neighborhood, not like i had a choice. The words would come in one ear and out the other. Sometimes I questioned if God was even real but that one particular Sunday changed my whole perspective on life. I was 18 years old sitting in church bored out of my mind like usual. My mother kept reprimanding me for not sitting up straight or "not having any respect". When mass was over i exclaimed "Finally, that 's over, I 'm starving!" after church me and my family would go out to eat routinely. We were on our way to the diner on James street. My mom, my dad, my brother, and I were all making our way through the parking lot and into the diner, me …show more content…
I don 't know how long i was in the darkness. I had no perception of time. I was terrified. Eventually, I could just barely open my eyes and I realized I was in the hospital. Except, right above me I saw black figures storming around and I realized they were swarming down at me. The figures were definitely demonic and they had horrific distorted voices that make me cringe to this day. Immediately, I became praying. I knew I was going to die, they were coming for my soul.I begged God to spare my life, I asked for forgiveness. Then, everything went black again. I felt something gently touch my eyes. After the touch,I saw a bright flash of white light and could fully open my eyes then, an angel appeared. She was peaceful and beautiful she smiled at me. "Who are you?" I was in complete shock. "Do not be afraid anymore. God sent me here to let you know he heard your prayers." She disappeared. I was alive. I laid in the hospital bed and cried tears of joy. The positivity I felt inside overwhelmed me. Soon enough my family came to my room. "It 's a miracle!" my mother …show more content…
"God saved me, mom. It truly is a miracle and when i recover i want to go straight to church." I replied. My mother couldn 't believe it. She grabbed my hand and told me she loved me. "We all prayed for you son." My dad said trying to hold in his tears. My brother was too young to fully understand what had happened to me, he was just glad I was alright. After several surgeries, a year of being in a wheel chair, and physical therapy I could finally walk again. Of course I was partially paralyzed, slightly limping whenever I got up and unable to run, but it didn 't even matter to me. I felt like a walking miracle. The fact that I was alive was enough, let alone stand on my own two feet. I told my story to everyone. Some people were touched, and some convinced me what I saw was only a dream. Some thought it was just luck. Regardless of what people thought about it, I knew there was a God in the sky. I don 't know who it was who shot the gun that crippled me, but you know what? I forgive him. Not even in the least bit do I wish this never happened to me. I know now that every thing happens for a reason and God has a purpose for what he does. The experience completely opened up my
As I was driving into the church parking lot I had to take a deep breath. After leaving another frustrating day at school and then going to work right afterwards, I needed to calm myself down. I looked in the rear view mirror one more time to make sure I looked halfway presentable. I fixed my wind-blown hair by pulling it back in a high ponytail and put on some Burt’s Bees lip balm before exiting the car. I grabbed my Bible and notebook and locked the doors. As I walked towards the youth building a wave of comfort washed over me.
There was a moment when I doubted religion. An avalanche of tragedies piled upon my life in the blink of an eye. My father moved seven hundred miles away, people died, and family members began to discover the effects of methamphetamine. I began to think religion might be a lie. I asked myself, “Why would God make me suffer through this hardship?” By enduring this oppression, the silver lining became apparent. I grasped the true concept of my series of unfortunate events. The circumstances of my childhood have molded me into a stronger
The moment in time when I realized that I was never going to have a Father like the rest of my friends changed the course of my life. As a young boy it was difficult coming home after a baseball game where each of my friends dads were there to cheer them on. I was left with the Father that was incapable of working or even getting himself out of bed. My fathers illness showed me to never take life for granted because one day your life can be normal and another day you're best days have already past.
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.
It seems unbelievable my oldest is a few days off being a decade old. I know every parent wonders “where has the time gone?” a multitude of times during their children’s childhoods, but as I realize my son is over halfway to 'adulthood' it seems like the time has flown by.
"This little piggy ran all the way home!," teased my new step-father as he tickled me. It didn't take long to warm up to this guy. Being so young, I don't think I realized that he wasn't my father. I was a kid, nothing affected me so when my mother stopped coming home at night, I didn't worry. Church became a regular routine at the Drummond household. Prayer in the morning, at night, chapters and chapters of the Bible, speaking in tongues, the Holy Spirit. These were things that we became accustomed to. I would hear my mother speaking in tongues. To me, it sounded like a foreign language. I could never understand what she was saying. It was almost scary to see my mother screaming these strange words, but I eventually got use to it. Day after day, I started seeing less and less of my mother. She and my stepfather devoted all of their time to the church. It was called "Christ Church in Action." Before long, we were packing our bags and heading to Smithfield. It was a place I had never heard of, but would later learn to love. We moved so that we could be closer to the church.
Being that I was a little kid, I thought I was on my way to heavan. But soon, my representation of an angel turned in to a nurse. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?” I wake up, I say yes to her questions and go to sit up but she stops me and lays me back down. “don’t sit up, im going to get your parents.” I lay there in bed and wait. My mom and dad walk in and they smile, hug and kiss me. The nurse says that im able to go home and in few minutes. Time passes and im on my way home. My family calls to see if im okay and send gifts. I slept the rest of the day. Never again will I, play with a group of kids with a baseball
It was extraordinary, indescribable, breathtaking. I looked out of the window next to me, and before my eyes was the view of a clear, blue sky, covered in sheets of snowy, white clouds. Slowly we began descending through them, revealing the expanse of blue water, stretching in every direction of the horizon. In the far right I could see a glimpse of main land, but not just any land, India. It was there and then, that I knew my life would be changed forever.
One day I got a call from my grandma in Ohio who had heard through my father that I was struggling. She was a very religious women and had called me to give me help. She said “Samuel you are a gift from god and you need to realize it”. This got my attention and began listening to her to hear what she had to say. She told me “Sammy god loves you and I know you don't think he cares, but I promise He will be there for you always.” I don't know way this got me but we immediately and a long conversation of god and religion. She got me thinking about how religion could help me and my situation. I wanted to learn more. My grandma and I had a very close relationship even though she lived all the way in Ohio. The next summer when I went to Cincinnati, the first person I wanted to see was my grandma so I could spend time with her and see how she was. I did not get to see her the first day, but I rode over with my dad we all talked. The day I saw her was Friday which meant the sabbath started at sun down. The sabbath is a rest from work, school work, and everyday life. It starts Friday night then we go to church from sunrise to
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.
As a young boy, I attended Sunday School for many years. I learned about the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit once a week and was immersed in a family that was religious. We never missed a Sunday, prayed before every meal, and talked about God in our lives. I was baptized and began attending a Lutheran church up until the end of middle school. Our lives became busier, and our attendances to church became fewer and far between. In school I began learning about evolution and how humans came about. I remember that I did not understand how school could teach something different than what I learned my entire life. At first I did not know what to believe. I became skeptical about many ideas in the Christian faith. Is there one almighty God? Did he create man as told in the story of Adam and Eve? I thought these bold ideas were far-fetched. For a short while, I did not believe the teachings of the Bible or of God. I had many of the same thoughts as doubters of the Christian religion. How can the idea of one God or Heaven be real if no living person had ever witnessed it for themselves? Why does God allow bad things to happen to good people? The absence of God and the theory of evolution seemed like the reasonable explanation to me. As time went on, I continued to attend church sporadically and did a lot of thinking about my faith. Every so often, I would find
Every Sunday. Stares and disappointment. I sat with my grandmother at this big church. People would stare when they realized I didn't know the prayers or songs. I was trying to learn more about religion why did I feel so scared? Am I going to find where I belong? Will I have enough time? These are questions I sometimes have to ask myself. When I was little I explored many religions but now that i'm older I am frightened about faith.
Which brings me to Fowler’s Theory of Faith Development, specifically Individual-Reflective Faith which occurs in early adulthood. Growing up as a family we went to church every Sunday and sometimes even twice a week, everyone in my family was a catholic and that was expected from all of us, no questions asked. I even got baptized as a baby and did my first communion when I was about nine years old. I did not mind the expectation from my family when I was little because I loved church, especially the singing. Then came a time where both of my parents started to work on Sundays, so did my sister, and so my brother and I helped out at my parents restaurant. Ever since then we really have not made church a priority, I believe this is what effected my encounter with my mother when I was eighteen years old. I was currently taking a class called “religion in the modern world” and learned about all rituals and how different religions support different things than others, and it got to me to reflect on what religion I grew up learning about. Some things I liked and some things I was horrified by. So talking to my mother, I was telling her my opinions and what I believed in and that there is not just one way to believe or think. She was furious, I was stepping out of the norm, but it had been because of my Individual-Reflective Faith than lead me to this stage. I am very thankful I was able to reflect on my faith, I now have a stronger bond on my beliefs and now my mother totally supports me on it, so it was all for the best that I went through this
At one point or another in one’s life you are faced with God, eye to eye and you know it. You can feel the Holy Spirit’s presence, like a humming sound that’s too low to hear, but it’s there and you can feel it, a feeling that you are not alone. For some, this feeling lasts for eternity, and for others God works within them again and again because the Lord’s love is persistent. The feeling I had came and went, for it was not strong enough as a child. But now, I am the strongest I have ever been.
When I was at the age of seven, I found out that my Grandmother, from my dads sisde of the family was very ill, her kidneys gave out, and she needed a transplant. I remember that day very vividly, i remember walking into the hospital room where she was placed at the time, and a sort of silence with a mixture of darkness in the room. We entered and the Doctor had told my family and I that there was no kidney transplant available for my Grandmother. It was a shock to my family and me. Everyone knew if there wasn't a transplant that she wouldn't make it. Yet my family did not loose faith, they kept on praying and praying just so that she wouldn't die. The next day my father recieved a call, and that call changed the way I felt about my religion and God. The doctor had told my father that my uncle that has been living in another country for over the past twelve years was going to donate one of his kidneys to his mother. I could not believe it but this event, and experience changed the truth.