Zosofia “Curtis come help!” I screamed through the torn apart bed of yams. “I’m coming Zosofia! What happened?”
I explained to Curtis how the raccoons were on a hunt again last night. It was after the Sunday morning service. I just preached to the whole city. I always feel refreshed going to the garden after my services, but this time was different. I wasn’t prepared to clean up a mess. I told Curtis to stay watching the yams while I run to the store to buy some fresh soil and new gloves.
“Alright, Zosofia. I’ll keep my eye out for any raccoons. Next one is going down!”
As I was walking to the store I felt eyes upon me. I looked to my left to see an older woman eyeing me up. I heard someone call her “Ana.”
I decided to give her a shy
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I know you nasty foreign people and the things you would do to get ahead.”
I tried explaining to the old lady how I am priest for the church down the street and I mean no harm. She ignored that and told me I was dangerous because of my ethnicity. I was once a Muslim back in my home. I didn’t agree with my family’s ways in Ethiopia. I decided to change my religion, my look, and my location. I headed to America to become a priest, and I have never been happier. I told Ana about my church. I knew she was skeptical, but I said goodbye and told her I had to
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I asked the short man with big eyes where the gardening supplies are. He pointed me to the aisle full of shovels, gloves, soil, and bird feeders. I grabbed the two things I needed and headed to the checkout counter. I paid the young girl and headed out.
I finally got to my destination. Curtis was pulling out the weeds that were starting to grow in the garden. I gave him the new gloves and shovel.
He finally said to me, “I want to buy my own land plot. I want to impress my girl, Lateesha. She needs to see that I have grown up. I ain’t no little boy anymore.”
“Oh son. Just be yourself and she will see how much you have grown. Don’t take women for granted. Actions speak louder than words.”
A week has passed since we first planted the tomatoes. It was Sunday morning. My favorite day of the week. I was in the middle of my sermon when I noticed an old woman in the fourth row of pews. I know that woman. That is Ana.
After the last hymn was sung I went up to Ana.
She cried, “I am so sorry Father Domingo. I would have never thought that you had such grace and a beautiful
I chose this quote because I realize that many people including myself encounter other religions and their lifestyle due to multiculturalism in the modern society as well as technology and social media. Having peers who are of other religions, being a part of their lives and seeing pictures, videos, words and thoughts derived from other religions on social media has allowed us to understand and gain knowledge about these religions that alter and reshape our understanding of our own faith. The exposure of different religions in our daily lives through observation and experiences raises countless questions about not only the reasons behind the practices and traditions of other religions but also what this information and knowledge means to one as an individual of another religion. For example, the author 's encounter with Banaras and a few of the people she met allowed her, as a Christian, to realize that people of other religions have similar values or beliefs and she realized the possibility that "god really encounters us in the lives of people of all other faith" (10). It is also important to note that everyone has a different personal experience and perception of these encounters as personal beliefs and opinions play a part in building up the
“DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT SAM!!!!!!!!” Lezlie yelled. All sam could saw was “ouch”. And sam told her why she did it. But then lezlie said “ Sam I have no soul”.
As a result, Anzaldua is able to emphasize the importance of simple objects such as; language, food, and music to an individual's culture. She asserts “ Yet I couldn't stop my feet from thumping to the music, could not stop humming the words,” the words “could not” are repeated each time to create emotion that shows she will not be oppressed and she will continue to rebel against the oppression (42). This is also used to speed the pace and rhythm of the phrase to increase the anger and passion she has towards people who want to assimilate her society to be like everyone else. Anzaldua is then able to stack alliteration with an image for the audience by asserting “ who we were, what we were, how we evolved. We ban to get a glimpse of what
Ethnographic Report-Interview To gain a better understanding of religion practices and decisions young adults make, an interview was conducted of a family friend, Sam Carlson on January 7, 2023. Sam is twenty-four years old and a 2021 college graduate. Upon graduation Sam became a campus missionary with FOCUS Missionaries. FOCUS, or Fellowship of Catholic University Students, provides outreach to students on several college campus’ in the United States.
It was a nice day in a small village called Lolapalooza. There lived about 100 people so everyone knew everyone. It was always very calm in the small village. There was never anything that would disrupt the village people. Everyone was going on with their usual routines, the men would work, the women would clean, and the children would play.
Summary- Entry No. 5 Pgs. 313-379 Zosima’s story continues as he discusses materialistic needs. He reflects that people are too caught up in materialistic wants and needs rather than being connected with people spiritually. He believes in the power of prayer and love. To rid himself of his sins from his time in the military, he returns to seek forgiveness.
She still wore her cheap make up and red lipstick, which with all due respect makes her seem a lot older than she really is. Her piercing green eyes looked at me questioningly, waiting for me to respond. I smile again and give her a small wave, indicating that I am who she thinks I am. “Oh right, you don’t speak anymore,” she says with sudden realization. “You’re one of them mute fellars now, right?”
The machete went zigzag over my head; I can’t believe the incident at this moment, and that is how my story begins. While ago in 1993 in Santo Domingo, Dominican republic when I was seventeen years old in a beautiful sunrise Sunday afternoon, went the noise of the people and music is exciting to your ear, and the smell of the roasted chicken fills the street of the neighborhood. The running of people made me think is a regular Sunday, but when I want to take the action is too late to act. I was very exciting with my white suit on the way to my friend Ada to meet her there to go to church, I get out of my house to the road pass to the house near my house when soundly I hear the noise –Swash-in the top of my head, when I turn around Julio and Juan firing in zig zag with machetes, and I was between both men, I was in shock by second and with no time to run to the side I end with my clothes splash with blood. When I finally got to the house a friend’s I don’t feel my leg and the only I can say is “please close the door,” it took me a few minutes to realize, that all my close is splashed with blood, and my friend and family think I injury, they check all my body, - phew-sound make see that I was safe in the house of my friend, but outside two men Julio and Juan It was a
I’m twenty-two and the last time I’ve seen her was when we were sophomores in high school. After that, I dropped out and never saw her again. My eyes widen. “Seriously? You look so different!”
The missionary explained that switching religions would ensure a positive feeling with their god instead of fearing everything they do
Adney removes the veils from our eyes throughout her book “Kingdom Without Boarders” by helping us to understand that God’s mission is happening locally and globally. This intern challenges us to ask ourselves, what part do I need to play in it, and what context and culture is God ready to use me
He, however, became interested in conversation, and upon finding where I was going, he made up his mind to keep on and go with me to Rochester. We had been there but a few days when this minister became so convinced that he could not help weeping aloud at one time as we passed along the street. The Lord gave him a powerful spirit of prayer, and his heart was broken. As he and I prayed together, I was struck with his faith in regard to what the Lord was going to
Maestro Frank loaded his clippers, rake and hoe into his old red wheelbarrow. Today was the day to tackle the spring cleanup around the lake. Winter brought a lot of trash and deadfall to the lakeshore and Frank figured it would take all day to get it cleaned up. Frank pushed the wheelbarrow out of the barn into the spring sunshine, and headed down the path towards the lake. As he crested the hill, he took in the view of the lake nestled in the valley.
My path back Just like in the book of Ruth, Boaz commanded his workers to leave extra grain for Ruth to glean to sustain her in her time of lack; God did that for me as well. Every song on the radio encouraged my heart. I would see kindness in the grocery store and knew that it was God inspired because people these days are just not kind but self centered. Out of the blue, my TMJ doctor asked me if I would be interested in attending the Emmaus walk. Several friends and family members along with my ex-husband did what TV reality shows would call an “intervention”.