Throughout life people constantly learn new things about themselves and the world around them that shape their beliefs and how they view life. For some, these views with a better education or better book knowledge. Others have these life-changing events through experience and self-reflections. But the beliefs don’t have to major, they can be as small as changing their favorite food, or as big as changing their religion or sexuality.
For as long I can remember, I’ve been going to church. I can remember trying (and failing) to stay awake all service, or running around with other kids in my dress. I can hear my mom singing along to all the songs, and see my dad banging on the drums to move the service along. I was raised in the church, and as a result I grew up to be very religious. I could always find comfort in know that there was some God out in the great beyond watching out for me. In addition to all the normal prayers in the morning, before meals, and before bed, I would pray all the time for the smallest things. I would pray for snow so
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This absolutely broke me. As a child I had no idea this was coming, or why it was happening. My parents had always seemed happy to me but before I knew it my mother, brothers, and I were on a plane heading away from Colorado and to Connecticut. I was so angry with God. I experienced cognitive dissonance because I didn’t understand how someone that was supposed to love and protect me had let such a terrible thing happen. For a while, whenever I would pray I’d just yell or ask Him why He did it, but when I received no answer I stopped praying. I let go of my relationship with God. He couldn’t give me the answers I wanted, so I lost interest. After about a year of living with my aunt, who went to church at least three times a week, I turned back to God. I learned to accept that all things happen for a reason and returned to my daily prayer. For years my faith went
On earth, God uses various religious leaders as instruments of His love and guidance—chaplains, counselors, pastors, and lay leaders. It is through these instruments that Jesus tells the grieving that it’s OK to cry. God is with you and will protect you. He is your counsel in your storm. We are not orphans. Instead, as Christians we belong to the family of Christ, who will comfort the afflicted.
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.
Over the past year I have grown as both a person and a writer. My writing has improved
Church is a major part of my life. I have always gone to church. It is a part of who I am. Church is not only about sitting through church services. I am currently involved in Russian school, Sunday school, camps, wind ensemble, teens’ group, teens' choir, and youth group. There are so many engaging activities and groups that bring together our community, defining who we are as individuals and as a society.
I come from a small family whose members include my immediate family. Like most Haitian-American living in my region, religion is a fundamental part of my upbringing. I was practically raised in a church and attended church three times a week as a child. Members of my church acted as parents to me and my sister and disciplined me with my mother consent. They played an active role in my upbringing and shaped my norms and taught me was considered appropriate and inappropriate. For example, I was taught to kiss adults and elders on the cheek when saying hello. I was told that I couldn’t address adults by their first name, and most importantly I was taught to always bite my tongue and always respect my
Over the course of this class I feel like I have become a much better writer. When I go back and look at some of my Journal entries and assignments that I did at the beginning of the semester, I can’t help but tense up at some of the things I wrote. Sometimes the things I was writing didn’t flow well, or I might have even have missed glaring grammar mistakes.
He told me that my mom had a tumor about the size of an orange right below the brain. I stood there shocked in disbelief and finally reached the realization that this surgery wasn’t as simple as I thought. I started to panic even more making my stomach churn and began to stare into space thinking of all the possible outcomes. As I sat there glaring at the window, I started to realize that I could in fact lose my mom today. I could visualize having to drop out of school to start working to support the household. My dad was a truck driver at the time and he would be gone for months at a time. Therefore, I would have had to care for my sister as a father figure – taking her to school, picking her up, feeding her, have the courage to punish her for unacceptable behavior and be there emotionally for her while probably being depressed myself. I was disappointed in how God would let this happen to us and to my mother. We have been Christians our whole life and had never lost fate. The only reason I was thankful for was for the tumor not being
As a second language learner I have never expected myself to be a perfect writer throughout the semester. Even If English was my first language still, I would not be a perfect writer. It is not about first or second language, it is about how well I understand the learning objectives. Then organizing and writing with my own ideas and putting them in my paper. I am going to be honest, I am not good at English subject and English subject is my strongest weakness than the other subjects. In this paper I will discuss and analyze my own writing, reflecting on the ways that my writing has improved throughout the semester.
Undoubtedly, the most influential people in my life have been my mother and father. It is to them that I credit many of my accomplish-ments and successes-both inside and outside of school. Throughout my childhood, my parents have always fostered and encouraged me in all my endeavors. At all my sporting events, spelling bees, concerts, and countless other activities, they have always been front row and center. My parents, in conjunction with twelve years of Catholic training, have also instilled in me a sound belief in a loving, caring God, which I have come to firmly believe. It therefore should not come as a surprise that the news of my mothers sickness would greatly alter my entire outlook on life. Where was my God?
First of all, church has greatly influenced many different aspects of my life and caused me to be the person I am today. I have always been taught to treat others with respect and to treat them how I would want to be treated. This has caused me to try to be considerate of others' feelings and thoughts as much as I can. I also respect other people's property and take care of it just as I would my own. I have also been taught at church to respect those in authority including my parents, teachers, and elders. I also have participated in church activities such as choir and video production. This has helped me to improve my social skills by interacting with other people. These things have influenced me and made me the person I am today.
Discoveries have been made by individuals using the successes and failures of other individuals to shape their own knowledge and improve treatment methods. The differences among individuals with different religious backgrounds can also shape personal knowledge. Conflicts which lean toward a certain faith can tarnish that faith if people are not willing to fully comprehend the situation as well as the actual belief system. In order for shared knowledge to have any impact on personal knowledge, there must first be shared knowledge. People must be willing to share the personal knowledge which they have gained only from their personal experience. Once that knowledge is shared, people must then be willing to accept it, so consequently it can then shape their personal knowledge, which then will help the world continue to progress and
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 was raised on religion. I have been to the Community Church in Fond du Lac Wisconsin since I was a baby. I got my first bible at 5 and prayed every night before bed.
As far back as I can remember, I have been raised around good Christian people with good Christian values. I felt safe in church, knowing that most of the families I had connected with had the same set of values and beliefs that I was educated on throughout my life. Learning what I have in