Personal Narrative: City Of God

In today’s world it is easy to become enchanted by worldly things. The deceptions that Christian’s allow themselves to believe (i.e. just this once, it’s not going to hurt anyone, I can handle it, I can stop whenever I want, etc.) come directly from Satan. There was a time when hearing a curse word or seeing too much flesh in a movie would be embarrassing; now it appears to be the norm and most Christians do not even bat an eye at such things any more. I remember as a young child feeling uncomfortable watching a movie with my parents when there was merely a suggestion of inappropriate behavior, but over the years my standards have “somehow” dropped. I honestly cannot pinpoint when I allowed it to become acceptable

I have involved with music since I was a child, however, the thought of architecture and acoustics never came to mind. When it came to high school I soon realized that there were certain designs and elements that each venue had, but never thought much of it. Until this class I never knew how much went into the design of certain architectural structures such as music venues, offices, apartments, etc. Each structure has certain design elements that make them individually pleasing to the people who interact with them.

A novel can influence our understanding of history. I strongly agree with this statement. A historical novel is a novel that has as its setting a period of history and attempts to convey personal experiences and historical events to historical fact. The novel Briar Rose (1992) written by Jane Yolen is an example of a historical novel. Briar Rose influences our understanding of the Holocaust and allows a reader to gain an understanding of how a human who went through the Holocaust deals with and shares their experiences. They also gain an understanding of that period in time, how people were treated during that period in time and what went on during that period of time.

God and church activities have been a part of my weekly routine for as long as I can remember. If it is nine o’clock on a Sunday morning, I will definitely be in a church pew at Highland Baptist Church. My parents make sure that I understand the importance of going to church and trying to exemplify the spirit of Christ daily. I have been given the amazing opportunity to be raised on Godly morals in a strong Christian household. Because of this, God has always been the center of my life, or at least that is what I thought. The idea of God stayed in the back of my mind, but I have recently learned that the back is not the position that God should hold in my life.

Located in the small, rural town of Neeses, South Carolina, is the quaint little building known as Lebanon United by the members of the church. Consisting mostly of elderly couples, much like my personal church, this church was not too farfetched for me to enjoy. A lot of families fill up the pews on Sunday mornings’; one of those families being my son’s girlfriends. At least I know that my future in-laws are church going! I can personally say that I had never been to any church service other than my own and when my son invited me to join him and the family for service one Sunday, I was of course hesitant. Strange church, strange people, in a strange place, and the only common ground we shared was an eighteen

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury- The most recent book in my literacy journey, the book that opened my eyes. I believe that a great book teaches you a life lesson. It leaves a mark of wisdom on you. For me, Fahrenheit 451 did just that. In the beginning of my literacy journey, I never enjoyed books nor did I understand why people loved to read. Then, I would not have minded living in the world that Guy Montag- the protagonist in the story, did. where there were no books, where everything was technology based. Well because that is just easier, is it not? No. It was this book that enlightened me about the dangers that could come about in a bookless world. It was this book that truly gave me the large appreciation everyone should have for

Trinity Lutheran Church. Any day, any activity. I am a participant, a student, a leader, a pioneer.

I wake up the screeching of my alarm clock, prompting me to get out of bed even before the sun begins its day. Outside, the street is silent, but I cannot see far because of the morning fog. I was excited for the day, looking forward to the results of yesterday’s work.

While i have so many things i’m passionate about the thing that comes to me the most is my city. Los Angeles has been so good to me in the concept of sports. As a young kid growing up in South Central, all i would think about was what LA team was being broadcasted live. This was around 2005 so you could imagine what was around at the time. Pete Carroll and the USC Trojans, The very poor performing Dodgers, La Galaxy shining with Landon Donovan and Coby Jones. Finally, Phil Jackson and the Lakers without Shaq. Sports have always caught my attention. I guess you can say i got my competitive spirit from my dad. My Father grew up in a small town in known as Acaponeta , Nayarit. He was

Even though I was not elected to an office I ran for one of the more challenging seats. I ran for the assembly man for my city. While i did not make it I had to go into a tie breaker to decide who would represent the city of Portola in the House of Representatives. After discovering that I had lost the election I became more active in the city government and helped introduce a myriad of

In a hospital there are hundreds of rooms with hundreds of patients that need something that could mean life or death. For example, 32 of the patients in this hospital, Angel’s Grace Memorial Hospital, desperately need a necessary organ or they will die in the next week. On average 21 patients a day die if they don’t get the organ they need, that means that most or all 32 patients at Angel’s Grace are praying for someone else to die so they can keep their organ and live. However, that is what the human race has come to today. Everyone is so selfish, except me. I have made peace with my fate.

We partied to the sounds of house music, a real unique ghetto style of dance music, blasting music by artists like Dj Montey, PinkHouse, and Dj Slugo. Our wild parties made people in the building mad, but we didn’t care. We were wild and young and we weren’t trying to hear them. Our parents were gone and we were under our own authority for the first time. We told the building manager that our parents had moved and they tried to set up meetings with them, but by that time they were already in Minnesota.

I chose "the art of being normal" because it seems to be an interesting story. Ilike the summary at the back of the book. It report a true problem of our society. I also like the cover.

As a graduating fifth-year senior, I have been fortunate enough to be in the loft for the last four Senior Last Visits to the Basilica and Grotto. Each year on that Thursday evening before commencement weekend, I have heard these fateful words from Steve:

Literature, from its history, is made to entertain. Reading, surely, is a leisurely activity. However, as society evolves away from its roots, we begin to forget the pure immersion and entertainment that reading can bestow and venture to more easily accessible forms of amusement: newspaper cartoons, mind-numbing video games, and