A Testimony Is A Personal Story Of God

I was raised going to a catholic school until high school, and there in catholic school they taught me what it meant to believe, love, and accept. I learned to believe when things cannot even be seen. I studied many things and went to church two times a week, once on wednesday and once on sunday. I was surrounded with people who were able to find hope even when it seemed like there was no way out, people who were able to believe when many couldn’t, and I was able to find that motivation too.

My family is Catholic and raised me as Catholic. I have been in classes at my church since pre school and continued to be in them all the way through sophomore year. In Catholicism, teenagers who have had their first communion go through three years of middle school Faith Formation and two years of high school Faith Formation before they can be confirmed. Being confirmed means that you confirm that you want to be Catholic and that you believe without a parent or guardian making you.

As a child, I grew up going to Catholic School, from Kindergarten, until eighth grade. My mother thought private school was best for my brother and I, as there’s a misconception that since you’re paying a tuition, the education is better. My mother was also Catholic at the time, so she was more comfortable with us growing up being taught religion, which should inevitably cause us to be Christians and believe in God. Years went by of me being educated on religion, and by the age of twelve, I felt guilty that I couldn’t process or accept the idea of there being a God. I came to this reality due to the fact that I didn’t feel the connection to God that our teachers taught us we should have; I didn’t feel loved by an alternate being, I felt alone, and I didn’t grasp how such a thing could be possible.

I was born to a Christian mother I had 7 brothers and sisters we wasn’t perfect but we all loved the Lord. I went to church every time the door was open I loved Sunday school and loved to sing the good ole songs that Baptist Churches sing. I am now 52 and my mind has never changed I love the Lord with all my heart and soul he has helped me so much I wouldn’t be here now if it wasn’t for him.

For my entire life I have been raised Catholic, and for a while that is really all I knew. I was baptised as a baby, I was confirmed in second grade, I went to sunday school, and I

I would consider myself a Catholic from birth and choice. Every Sunday at noon I attend Holy Family Catholic Church along with my family. On a particular Sunday my friends and I attended Grace Presbyterian Church instead of our usual Catholic environment. Grace was quite interestingly similar to my church with a few differences.

Furthermore, while taking the spiritual belief system selector quiz, I realized that a lot of these questions were very straight forward on what you believed in. When I finished the quiz my top result was “Mainline- Conservative Christian Protestant.” I was not surprised that I fell into the religion of Christian because I was raised as a Christian my whole life because my grandfather is a pastor.

Within my own family, there were different doctrines. My great-grandmother was Pentecostal, my grandmother is a Baptist and my mother is an Atheist. While everyone seemed to have different belief systems, I participated in them all. I had to learn to adapt to each religious institution. In one church I was allowed to wear pants and women could also be pastors; whereas, in another, women could only wear full length dresses and were not allowed in the pulpit.

My parents and members of the community where I lived growing up all went to a Catholic church and I identify with the Catholic branch of Christianity. However,

I was raised Catholic, but I left the church soon after I enlisted. Many years later, a co-worker shared the gospel with me. At that time (2003), something in my soul awakened and I fell upon the mercy and grace of my Savior, Jesus Christ.

I would describe my own personal faith to be Christian- Catholic, the same as my parent’s faith. I grew up being catholic. I was baptized, did my first communion and even did my confirmation. I believe in one God; but I also believe in God as a Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. I believe in Angels, Saints, and the old and new testament. I believe in Mary, God’s mother, and I also believe in all of Jesus’s apostles.

During elementary school I decided I wanted to move in with my father who did attend church religiously every Sunday morning. Catholic mass was awful and difficult to understand. My father put my brothers and I through communion and made us participate in church bible study to further understand the religion. As I got older my views on Catholicism had gotten worse, I started hating going to church. When the nuns called my age group to have children’s church my father forced me to go, they took us to a room that had no windows and was always cold. The nuns made us read the old testament in the King James Bible version and I always had a hard time reading and understanding it because of the way it was written. This experience made me hate and

Growing up, my parents taught me the basic of Roman Catholicism because it was the right thing to do according to our ancestors. We weren 't religious, but rather lived by a good moral code and felt spiritual in our family. Church and

My parents have been avid Christians since a few years before I was born. Both had been Catholic as children, and both stopped going for different reasons. After my

Since the day I was born my parents took my sister and me to church ever Sunday. I grew up in a loving Christian home and was encouraged at an age where I could fully understand, to purse a relationship with Jesus. I accepted Christ into my heart when I was in the second grade and was baptized in the fourth grade at age 10. Growing up I have always been super involved in Church. I have a heart for people and love serving. Since 3rd grade until now, my senior year of high school I have been on the leadership team with my youth group. I can not imagine my life without Jesus as the center. I have been pushed to step out of my comfort zone and because of that I have grown in several different ways. For example, I am an extrovert and enjoy getting new people, but never liked public speaking as I felt nervous and intimidated. By the many adult leaders, and pastors coming along side of me and encouraging me to step of on my comfort zone I now highly enjoy speaking and spreading the truth about The Lord in big groups of people. I am so thankful for the many God loving people that have come in my life and helped stretch me. Jesus is my entire life and I am nothing without him.