Personal Narrative: Lebanon United Methodist Church

Sunday Mass This observation has been carried out this Sunday in Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church. It took about one and a half hours with different social groups and their interactions have been observed. Since it is a Catholic Church, you can notice that most of the people were white and the upper middle and wealthy classes of American households. The interaction there were mainly by the chorus members and the piano player. To do this task, I went to the church with my two children to attend the Sunday mass.

In colonial New England, the colonists’ placid life focused almost entirely on church and religious views. The Bible especially influenced them, and it became a pillar of their religion. Parents believed that it was imperative for their children to read the Bible numerous times. Every Sunday, the diligent townspeople reverently strolled to the church, which they also called a meeting house, where they would spend practically the entire day. Families didn’t sit together, and men and women sat on opposite sides of the meeting house.

Bethel Baptist Church never encountered a challenge like this before. The church accepted an invitation to participate in a mission in Shawnee, Oklahoma. Making an appearance in a foreign environment terrified both adolescents and adults. Even with those uneasy feelings, the congregation quickly zeroed in on the goal at hand in spreading God’s love to this needy region. With events such as church cleanup, food ministry, and disaster relief, the church left with a greater appreciation of life, and how lucky many of the citizens in the United States truly are.

My great-grandmother used to say, “Live your life in such a way that when you die, even the Postman will miss you.”  I never thoroughly understood those words until Jimmy Fesmire, a prominent figure and deacon in my church, passed away in a car accident after attending a Sunday morning service on a clear, sunny day in May last year. His passing was untimely and truly unfair, but even after death, he continued to impact lives. The number of people he had helped with a servant’s heart and cheerful mind was innumerable. Jimmy Fesmire is the only individual I know whose life mirrored my great-grandmother’s quote. Just a simple, small-town man who loved God, he had a heart overflowing with compassion.

In this field observation I attended a catholic mass of a friend’s church. I was born in a Christian family and never thought that I would ever attend a Sunday catholic mass. I only have one friend who still attends a church, a catholic church. I attended this mass with my friend Paul and his family who are Pilipino. Paul was nice enough to let come to his church to be an observer and a bit of a participant.

One day, I went to my friend’s house, who was a member of the church I was ignoring, and I felt at home, but I was alone. I then stuck around and got baptized. I was happy, I was on a spiritual high, sort of like when Pictor first became the tree, he thought he was happy. Then I realized I was not necessarily alone, but I was still missing something. A couple months later my sister converted to the gospel, that is what I was missing.

It was early 1995 when I first turned my life over to God, at this point in my life I had lost hope of moving forward in life. Got a call that my best friend had been killed due to a gun shot to the head I just felt like I had lost my entire world I decided I wanted to live right and that the party life was not right for me.On Sunday I attended church and walked up to the pew and dedicated my life to God. The following Sunday I was baptized and became a member of the church and continued to attend church on a regular basis, I also joined the choir. I have 11 children in which 9 of them are adults and two will be adults this year, most of them attend church on a regular basis also. Since I joined the church many of years ago life has not

I found my self-worth in what I could achieve, and whom I could impress. Later, I would find myself extricated from this material rut through a relationship with Christ – not a Christian religion. At the start of my sophomore year, I was invited back to the church that I attended apprehensively with my parents when I was younger. Although I believed in God (because everyone else did), I had never really invested before. I thought

As a young boy, James often attended church with his mother and most of his brothers and sisters. One Sunday, James asked his mother ‘What was the color of the Spirit of God?’ Ruth responded by saying “God is the color of water.” (Page 51) This quote is probably the most significant throughout the entire book. What she was really saying to him is that God’s Spirit does not have a color, therefore he does not show favoritism to a specific race. She later explains to her children that in God’s eyes every one is the same. As children of mixed- race, they were always being targeted for racial prejudice.

According to the article, “THE SOUTH: Attack On The Coincidence” it states, ”Perched on a bluff overlooking Atlanta 's business district, the two-story yellow brick King home was a happy one, where Christianity was a way of life. Each day began and ended with family prayer. Martin was required to learn Scripture verse for recitation at evening meals. He went to Sunday school, morning and evening services.”(Time) Since King’s family was Christian it taught him important lessons and morals. These gave him experience in creating protests peacefully.

I went to religious school every Sunday from 6 years old to 14 years old. I had my Bat Matzah at August 26, 2006 when I was 14 years old. After I got through my bat mitzvah I was actively practicing just a few years after that but my parents stop taking me to Friday night services because I did not want to go anymore and they stopped themselves. To this day I have beliefs and morals that I learned through synagogue. I belief in one god who created this world,

My grandmother made sure I attended Catholic mass every Sunday and completed eleven years of catechism. As I grew older, I knew that Jesus was the son of God and died for our sins on a cross. In catechism we memorized the prayers, but I never explored the bible for more than its literal context. As an adult I strayed away from my Catholic upbringing and began to look for something more. I fed my spiritual needs by entering into a more intimate personal relationship with Jesus.