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Socrates’ words, “an unexamined life is not worth living” best sums up my beliefs. I have no doubt that scrupulous examination of myself, as well as other philosophies and religions, will improve myself as a person. Perhaps enough thinking will even lead to enlightenment, but I am so far removed from that goal it would be foolish to consider the idea. The essay Unlearning Religion by Marianne Williamson best describes these beliefs. She writes that in today’s modern world, “our attention has been diverted away from the inner domains, the realms of true religion and spirituality, to the outer world.”
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I got my first baby sibling when I was 5 years old. It was amazing because I really needed someone to play with at the time due to the fact that my two older brothers never wanted to play with me or when they did, they found ways to get rid of me really fast. I thought that she would catch up to me and we would be the same age, kind of like twins! It did not work that way. She never caught up and I just kept getting older and older. By the time she was 5, I was no longer interested in the Barbie
The turmoil of life brought me down many hard paths from which I never fully recovered, until I met Jesus Christ. I could see that I was ending up in the wrong place, and I did not know how to get out of it. I had not been faithful to what was in my heart. I knew I was missing something. I knew I was missing Christ.
My parents have always been extremely religious and I've been forced into the Catholic faith since birth. From church classes to prayer groups and regular mass, I was spending up to 8 in church each week. Since coming to TJ, I have little to no time to attend religious services. My parents have even tried to increase the amount of time spent because they think I will have "a stronger faith". The problem is that I don't believe in my religion. They never understand that attending church is absolutely boring, I fall asleep during the mass (which, I know, is extremely disrespectful), and have a sour attitude for the rest of the day. I don't enjoy attending services and it's extremely obvious to the other members of my church. I also don't agree
Being a Pastor daughter is not easy, especially when you are the oldest of six sibling. I had to set an example to all, at home and at church. I was in my preteen, I thought that being the Pastor daughter people were going to like me and give me things, it was all the opposite, I was talked about me, on how I dressed and if I talked to a boy, every moved I made, it was like I couldn’t make any mistakes. I was so excited when I got into high school my first year was horrible, my second year not so bad, when I graduated from High School I went straight to college. I was afraid because I am Hispanic, looked like I am black, but I am not, so the school I went to was all African American. I was taking short hand and wouldn’t speak because I knew that when I did, they were going to know that I was Puerto Rican, so on the last day of my class the teacher said “Ruth in order to get an A you need to read the short hand, you write it perfect and understand so now read it” I read like she said, as soon as I finished reading, this girl said I told you she was black, I was push down a flight of steps and these guys in the bottom of the step help me.
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.
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.
I can always remember wanting a baby brother or sister. I would ask my mother all the time if she could have a baby. I wanted to have someone else I could play with and teach things. She would always say no. But long and behold, when I was four years old I found out I was going to be a big sister. I was so happy and excited and it felt like my mom was pregnant forever. Finally, my baby brother was born; it was one of the best days of my life! I was so happy and I missed him when I had to go to school. Over the next twelve years, I gained a younger sister and a younger brother. Having younger siblings is a blessing but can also be a curse
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“He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation” (Mark 16:15). As Christians we are given the duty of preaching God’s Word to all and to extend the knowledge of salvation to the expansions of the Earth. We are taught to be pure examples and to avoid and rebuke all forms of evil. Knowing this to be our calling, how to stories fit into this picture? I believe that stories play an important role in our role as Christians in the following ways: to communicate the Gospel, to rebuke evil, and to enjoy God’s creation. However, although stores are an important aspect of the Faith, they come with a warning and a few challenges to overcome. They can be useful if used correctly, but they have the potential to lead to sin.
What does it mean to be saved? To be saved is the conscious acceptance of Christ as the propitiation for your sins. Because Jesus, who was holy and without sin took the punishment of death for our sins, we can ask him to take away and forgive our sins. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive our sins” (KJV, 1 John 1:9). Jesus died for everyone’s sins; however, not everyone chooses to accept His gift of “eternal life” (KJV, John 3:16). I have accepted this amazing and gracious gift.