Personal Narrative: My Experience At Grace Lutheran Church

People always told me that money can’t buy happiness, but I never truly experienced what that meant until I met the people of Honduras. The country and the people had an impact on me and on how I see the world. In my interactions with the people and culture of Honduras, among some very challenging living conditions, I was inspired by their love of family, welcoming attitude, and joy of life. For me, Honduras was like a mirror for me to look in and see my own life compared to the Hondurans’. If I brought back one thing with me, it was the desire to be like them in how I face life, love family and friends, and be filled with joy.

accessible. From attending private school, to choosing a new congregation at which to attend, my

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. I wanted to know more about what happened at a Catholic Church mass and what it meant to the catholic community. In addition, the church is located on Vinland and Stagg in Sun Valley, and the church is named, our lady of the holy rosary.

Due to revivals the United states in the 1790 's-1830 's changed religion throughout the whole country. Which created the Second Great Awakening , this transformation changed Americans religon. In the beginning of the Revolution the largest denomomations were Puritan churches aslo called Congregationalist. Anglicans were also included,and Quakers. Methodism and Baptists, were also becoming a fast-growing relgions in the nation. During the Second Great Awakening camp meetings were held and many members would convert through preaching and audience participation. Evangelical churches generally had innovative organizational techniques, newly settled land, and usually relied on itinerant preachers to reach large areas without a minister.

Fred Agee was born on March 3, 1931 in Magnolia Alabama. The second oldest of six children born to Aaron E. Sr. and Rosetta Agee. His mother passed away early in his childhood and his father remarried Lula Ree Agee (née Williams) who unselfishly raised the Agee children along with two children of her own.

Alcoholics Anonymous was founded in 1935 by Bill Wilson and Dr. Bob Smith in Akron, Ohio. The first chapter of The Big Book tells how Bill Wilson was introduced to the concept of using a faith based, group support program to provide the mental and emotional support needed to manage Alcohol Addiction. The main purpose is to stay sober and help other alcoholics achieve sobriety. The program is unique in that each chapter is self funded, develops their own meeting format. I attended an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting on Thursday, October 6th

As we pulled up the long road leading to the chapel, I remember thinking about how beautiful Dallas Baptist University’s campus was. The bright colors mixed with the verses hung up on all of the lamp posts. My

Ruth Miller is a twenty- five year old girl who grew up in a small Amish community near Richmond, VA. She started Rumspringa at age sixteen just like every other normal Amish teenage. Her whole family has lived in the Amish community their whole life and has never left. But when she turned nineteen, she decided she wanted to leave the Amish community. After experiencing the different things and experiences for three years. But I will be looking into her life now and comparing it to her old life.

I always knew church was where people was to worship God but I didn’t understand why people had put so much faith into the pastor. As I got older, I realized that a pastor is counseling people in the same area their still reading and studying. I don’t believe that all pastors have good intentions. The pastor’s main objective is to convince people that he knows the right way and believe what he tells you. I honestly feel that church is brainwashing. The pastor wants people to feel that Christs body and blood are actually there on the altar, that were actually standing before the Almighty, and people really get distracted and start to believe that. People will come to church depending on the father since he has the answers to all the problems. The members of the church are eventually allowing themselves to be deprived and victim to anything. They mindlessly will follow and obey everything they are told to do within those institutional walls because they believe so much in the pastor. I don’t think all

Did the Delaney Jackson family attend church services, that is unknown. However, their contributions of treasure and sweat equity to the AME church, the cemetery directly behind the church, the original parsonage which burned many years ago, and the building of the Poplar Hill School the imprint of their contribution is there. Land left to the “African Church” in the last will and testament of Mrs. Medora Butler was 16th Section Land. How this gifting of land, land which was public land set aside to support public education not privately owned, was accomplished to support building a church is not quite clear from the available data. Apparently, the African Methodist Episcopal church, was established before Mrs. Butler’s last will was

As the United States continues to grow we become a more diverse society. One thing that makes the United States so diverse is the amount of religions that groups of people believe in. Growing up in central Pennsylvania, there is very little diversity in my town, however a lot of people believe in different religions. To learn a little more about a religion, that I was very unfamiliar with, I attended a Ohev Shalam Synagogue during Passover. The experience and knowledge I gained from this event is something that I remember forever.

Every day, we had a morning session and an evening session. Both were always just like attending a concert. The music was absolutely mind-blowing- I could feel pure energy radiating throughout the hall. On top of the loud music, all the people combined together made the entire experience surreal. I could sing so loud and barely be able to hear myself, so it did not matter if you were tone deaf or had the voice of an angel. Furthermore, there were different groups of people who sang on the stage every night; mostly the singers were groups of college kids that were attending Association Free Lutheran Bible School (AFLBS,) so I was never tired of hearing the same voices sing. After the morning worship service, everyone split up to go to two or three different workshops. For example, I went to a workshop on homosexuality and religion; the speaker there was very talented and he gave a speech that provided a lot of useful and interesting information. There were all kinds of workshops you could attend; they ranged from video games all the way to relationship advice. Overall, the worship services at FLY and the workshops changed my view of religion, and I would do the same thing ten times over again and never become tired of

“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.” I said as i dutifully made the sign of the cross and picked up my book of hymns. As the organist began playing, I stared at the large golden cross that hung above the altar, its metallic sheen contrasting with the deep green marble. I was baptized as a Catholic, attended a Catholic elementary school and high school, and attended church every Sunday with my family. I made my first reconciliation and received a small silver cross necklace with a tiny peridot in the center. When I made my first communion, I wore a white dress with all the other little girls in my class, and had a big party with my family afterwards where I was given gifts of well-wishes and love from my family.

As I stepped out of my car, I acknowledge that the church was surrounded by trees, which gave it a calming and peaceful sensation, the building was long with a triangular shaped form, with burgundy bricks surroundings and a bit of white in the front entrance and some at the very top and sides with a dark beige roofing to give the church some color, the windows seemed to be a tinted crystal glass that was designed with blues and a beige color. As I made my way into the church their was an entry room where a man and a women and what seemed to be their two children greeted me and handed me a pamphlet that described what was going to take place in that days Sunday school and mass, then I made my way to another pair of doors where I could hear the choir singing, as I opened the doors the inside of the church was a tan wood looking color all around and had matching tan benches with burgundy red bedding to match the carpet, the thing that stood out most to me when I walked in was the large cross that was in the very front that shined very bright as if the sun was hitting it to give the whole church light, when I looked below the cross, the choir was singing and beside it was a women playing a piano with so much passion and in front of them was a the pastors book stand also a matching tan color with his bible. The people were very kind as I sat down next to a friend that attends that church, they welcomed me with open arms and talked a bit about them self’s and the amount of time

Reflecting on one’s religious experiences growing up can be a rigorous task but can also provide a self-reflection if the one reflecting looks at the events in a non-bias manner. I grew up in a non-structured home when it came to religion. My first experiences of religion came from my Dad’s stepdad. He owned a farm out in Bolton and when I was little I would go to the farm on the weekends and assist them on the farm and maybe see my cousins while I was there. At first, I didn’t go to church with my grandfather, but I would watch the religion channel since they only had one tv and it was on what he wanted if it was on at all. Memories are still engraved of watching sermons of John Hagee and others. He stuck out the most to me because he kind of reminded me of my grand