I remember the moments in my life that rooted me in my faith like I relive them every day. Most of the important memories and decisions in my life were made at my school, which I have attended my whole life. My decision to trust God as my savior was one of them. The combination of my peers and teachers being so helpful and friendly shaped me into who I am now. Today, I hope to recall on some of those moments and reflect on how they made my life unique. My first day of school was somewhat of an eventful one, at least for the standards of my age at the time. I was never particularly shy when I was young, but the idea of school just seemed frightening to me. I would be away from my parents all day with people I did not know. I thought the whole …show more content…
As a class, we started getting more in depth on what the Bible was and how it tells us how we should live our lives. I remember using those special Bibles made for young children, the ones that were illustrated and used simple vocabulary. Around this time is when I had learned enough to start grasping the idea of God sending His son to die for us. I am pretty sure the illustration in our Bibles helped me with this. This was about the time when the abundance of questions came in. I have always been a little stubborn, and it showed when these kinds of things came up. I asked all of the why and how questions. “Why did God send His son to die for us?”, “How did He bring Jesus back to life?”, and “Why would He care for us if we’re all sinners?” are some of the questions I remember asking myself and my teacher. My fifth grade homeroom teacher Mrs. Boatwright did her best to answer my questions adequately. She did a fairly well job for the mental intelligence level she was answering to. Being a new Christian herself, I am not sure how the answers would have turned out if they were more elaborate and came from someone her own age. I did not fully understand all of her feedback, though. I was still at an age to where I could not entirely comprehend what was in front of me, but could not find and other reason to disbelieve …show more content…
I did not have time to go visit her during school, so me and my sister planned a visit for the summer. When we got there, we planned to spend a day in New York City, since it was a short ride by train. While we were in New York City, we visited the American Museum of Natural History. Of course, everything in this museum comes from the evolutionary stand point. As I was walking around reading the exhibits, I apparently was audible disagreeing with them. A passerby, hearing this, decided to jump in and ruin my day. He started spouting accusations and arguments at me like it was his job to try and disprove Christianity. My family was away from me at this time, so there was no one there to help me. It was just me and my knowledge. I had to defend my beliefs with everything that I had. “This is what I was taught,” I thought to myself, “This is my first real test of faith. I have to fight for my beliefs here.” It turned out, my beliefs were not strong enough at the time. I cannot recall exactly what the man said, but I do remember one thing he said. “If you loved your God so much, you would be able to defend Him better”. This cut me like a knife. I took what he said very personally. I thought he was right. Everything I had worked up to until that point had been put on the line, and it all failed when it came into question. Things took a turn for the worse in my life after that
I remember being so nervous on my first day of kindergarden. I had no clue what was going on and I didn't speak a lot of English. I was five at the time and I had only learned how to properly speak Spanish a year before that. Transitioning from Spanish to English in a year was very difficult. It was even worse because I didn't know how to count or sing my ABC's, which is basically all we learn in kindergarden. When I got to my classroom I didn't know anyone and I was really shy. I didn't really understand some of the things my teacher would say, but I would just nod my head and pretend I did. That day I started talking to a girl. "Hey do you want to be my friend," she said. "Yeah," I said back. I was so delighted to finally have a friend in
When the first day of school rolled around, I was really nervous. I was thinking of the worst things that could happen to me, causing me to make a complete fool of myself for the rest of the 4 years I possibly had to spend at this school. I was so anxious and nervous that I was shaking when I walked into the cafeteria. I didn’t know anybody, I felt like how I felt back in second grade when I moved to Germany. I learned that all it takes is a simple hello and or a hey and you could possibly be friends or best friends with that
It was the tremendous amounts of arguments amongst my parents over our tight financial debt, which taught me how to manage, respect, and organize money responsibly during my junior year. It was the numerous divorce arguments I heard from my bedroom walls, which taught me that love is not only demonstrated through words, but through our actions. It was the death of my favorite cousin, my best friend, Suleiman, which caused me, to be thankful and joyous for every day I have on this Earth.
The beginning of my faith journey can be described as rocky, at best. Each Sunday morning my dad would stay home just so that he could catch every possible second of Sunday football coverage. I wasn't even exactly sure who God was; my mom just told me I had to go to church "'cause I said so." This upset me, especially as a child. Furthermore, the example that my father set for me was far beyond comprehension. Who was he to tell me to go to church when he didn't even go himself? For a long time, I lost trust in my parents because I was being led on so many different paths.
I was super nervous that first day, I was all blushed out like a tomato. I still remember that first day. A couple years ago I was introduced to Derby Middle School, to me back then it was a HUGE building I mean it looked like a high school which it was at one time. I didn’t even know what time
As a young boy he was left with his grandfather because his mother had gone off to be with her husband in the battlefield. His grandfather who was a very committed Christian always encouraged him to pursue God. He was always confused on what to believe because his mother and father did not support the study and acts of Christianity. As he grew older throughout his studies he soon realized how creation of the planets and the solar system were all pieced together wonderfully by God. He accepted Christ right before he began his studies at his university with the mindset that God was the almighty creator. Since he became a christian he was always questioned about his faith and why he believed in Christ, he would always say “Look to the stars, who do you think made those stars, how do you think they got there? God made them and put them there and that's what i'm trying to figure out.” He eventually started a class that was all about the teachings of God and how science ties in with the
Everyone has his or her own first day of kindergarten experiences. Some might have been more memorable while others still trying to forget. Mine was merely an observance and evaluation period. After I gave my mother a kiss goodbye, and placed my belongings in the cubbyhole I was ready to learn, but unfortunately the majority of the other students were not. Considering one can not get too accomplished over many loud high-pitched cries, I was forced to be patient and suffer silently from boredom.
Starting school was a little tough, I would get confused on the basic street smarts of school. Things like how to take notes, how to use a mechanical pencil and getting F’s on my papers for not writing my name tripped me up. But being the chameleon that I am, I adapt, blending
I had a good year in first grade. I became the best artist in the class. I started getting better at English. My first word was “bathroom.” I made two friends Michelle Sherman and Karen Calle. After that I started feeling better and actually liking this school. Everything felt better and worked out great!
As time went on and I grew up, I started to understand the principles of my faith more clearly. With more understanding came with more questions. It seemed to be that the more I thought about my faith, the more questions I had. I started to really think about my faith and analyze the reasons behind why I believed during my mid-teens. I had trouble understanding religious concepts such as heaven and hell. Why would anyone condemn someone not to a place of eternal, ...
My first day of kindergarten was not a happy day for me. I was scared and wanted to
Sadly, a lot happened almost immediately after my high school graduation my Great Uncle Bubba- who was my great grandfather by proxy- passed away. He was a rancher and the patriarch of a family of Aggies who are centered around faith and family. He inspired a rich faith in God
To say that I was fearful would be an understatement. It was a new school, new grade, and new people. I was anxious that people wouldn't like or accept me. What if they didn't talk to me? What if I didn't fit in? These questions and many more were running through my head. But I didn't have to worry! Not even two minutes after I found a seat someone started talking to me, and before I knew it, I had more friends than I ever had in
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
My education began in fifth grade, my parents moved from one location to another. It wasn’t easy for me, because school was the first place I ever got to interact with other kids. Before school started, I was pretty much kept indoors and not allowed to have contact with other people, except for my family members.