Baffles: My Steubenville Conference Experiences

This summer I have an amazing opportunity to continue to grow in my relationship with Him. I have been accepted to a summer mission sponsored by Cru called Echo. Echo is a two-week mission located in Boston that’s goal is to help college students to own their faith and lead ministry on their campus. From May 27th to June 10th, I, along with several other college students will receive training for evangelism, ministry, and spiritual leadership. Through Echo, I hope to develop the tools to own my faith and be an unashamed ambassador for Christ not only at Wellesley but also wherever the Lord leads me.

During one of the youth group meetings we talked about I made friends and started to thrive again. I started attending Emmanuel Episcopal Church in town. I always offered for anyone interested to come with me. Some would come with me, mainly as a way to get off campus and try not to be a Cadet for a little while. The liturgy helped to ground me. The Ritual of the Communion gave me comfort and I continued to heal. I stopped rebelling and started to care about my studies and made friends. My Military Science teacher Norman Smith (aka Big Sarge) asked if I would like to attend his church with him and his wife on a Wednesday night. There was something different about this church, something that I had seen in other churches but never felt. Not even in the Episcopal churches that I had been to. The Church was what they referred to as an Agape church. It was not in a building with grand stained glass windows and gold and silver crosses, priests in clerical garb. It was a hotel conference room with nothing but chairs. All of this was very new to me. I didn’t know anyone other than the couple that I had come with and this was NOT a church. I was thinking that I had been duped and taken to a sayonce. The people were very warm and inviting and treated me as a part of their family. But I had remembered Matthew 18:20 “For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them."

Beginning just before my senior year I went through a series of trials that continued through most of my senior year. I wanted to do something for myself, and was encouraged to attend the National Catholic Youth Conference (NCYC). I decide to go, and so in January I set off for Indianapolis. Once at the conference, I listened to music, met other catholic high schoolers, and participated in workshops. I learned a lot about my faith, and about different forms of worship. This was something that I had not previously been exposed to, as while I was a member of one of the largest parishes in Central Ohio, it is a very traditional parish that had not exposed me to much more than the basic teachings of the church, and also had not demonstrated

While the attendees of the Charlottetown Conference all came to one final decision, there was definitely more than one point of view within the room. After failing to receive a contribution from the Province of Canada to a major railway from Halifax to Quebec (Intercolonial Railway), the three Maritimes colonies had organized the Conference in order to achieve a union between the three of them, helping the colonies to receive more political power as well as overseas investments. There were vast areas of land that the Prince Edward Island delegates were looking to sell from landlords to people who lived outside the colony. The landlords who owned these plots of land rarely fulfilled all of the requirements that were provided. The Island settlers

It was finally here, and I was extremely excited! My family and I got up, got ready, and drove less than a mile down Old Hickory Boulevard to Forest Hills Baptist Church, like we had always done. Except, that day I packed my swimming trunks. On August 5th of 2007, I was baptized by a minister at my church. I was eager to get started. With both of us cloaked in white, the minster and I stepped into the baptism “tub” during the worship service. Colorful rays of light were beaming through the stained glass windows, the water was warm, and my mother was standing beside of me for comfort and reassurance; I was at peace. Out of the opening, I could see the watchful eyes of the choir, worship leader, congregation, and my family; I was at peace. As part of tradition, I was getting ready to be immersed into the water; I was at peace. While in the water, an extraordinary sensation of purification swept through my body. I, for the first time in my eight years of life, had truly felt cleansed from head to toe. This feeling was a direct action of the Holy Spirit entering and presiding in my vulnerable self permanently.

Koinonia “Hey, you want to go to Koinonia,” my friend Sarah asked. “Sure, I’ll go.” Questions filled my head as I headed toward the club’s gathering place. “What is Koinonia? Who is in it? Am I even welcomed to go?” “Yes, anyone is welcomed! Just come check it out. By

The beginning of the journey to confirmation proved to me the hardships of my commitment. One sacrifice I had to make was missing football games. If someone were to talk to me, they may notice that I very much enjoy football I was an avid fantasy football team manager in my class league. Due to the fact that I had to stay later after Sunday mass once a month, I missed many games that I would have otherwise enjoyed. Luckily,

The lessons I’ve received from transitioning through the church as a child, youth, and adult member have taught me a number of lessons; patience, reverence, and empathy are all traits I’ve strengthened, and they have undoubtably helped me through my high school career. Taught how to ask thoughtful questions, I’m unashamed of my curiosity. Our faith is not always one of direct answers— even our most devoted

My faith journey at Mary Queen of Peace has made me closer to my classmates, family members, and Jesus Christ who gave his own life for us. In have made two of the sacraments and preparing for the final Sacrament of Initiation, Confirmation. I am excited to be enlightened by the power of jesus like the disciples on Pentecost. After my First Communion I would count which Communion I was at, upsetting my

How I did not put someone in jail A time in my life when I had to faced a mortal challenge and I had to make a decision, came about me making a decision about weather I should allow someone I truly loved go to jail. There were three

In recent days I had the opportunity to go back to North Carolina for a few short days. There, with a heavy heart from a loss in the family, I had nothing else to look towards. I’ve always heard of individuals finding peace, faith, blessings, and love of Christ from attending church. I’ve never been a person who put their faith into a higher power. As I was growing up my parents never wanted to force me into any religion without me knowing everything about it and choosing which route to take on my own. As the years treaded on, I never bothered myself to learn about the many different religions and what each stands for. So I used this opportunity as mine to attend church for the very first time. I attended the Roman Catholic services held

The purpose of this conference is to Remind, Refresh and Recommit us to be the church God has commissioned us to be, Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe

However, when the paperwork came around it had the words “Priestly Discernment” in huge letters on it and I gave a firm “No” to that on grounds that I didn’t want anything to do with the Church. (little did I know) So Paul goes to Quo Vadis and I feel terrible for ditching my best friend, I ask him if there is any other event that I can go to to make it up to him. He then invites me to a steubenville conference. I decide to call Scott Anthony to see if I can go, keep in mind, it is June and the conference is in July. Scott told me that there were no spots left and that the paperwork was due in January. At this point I’m glad I don’t have to find an excuse not to go because I told Paul that I would. Fast forward to the week we are supposed to leave, I get a phone call from Scott saying that there was a spot that opened up and I told him I needed to talk it over with my folks. They told me I could go if and only if it didn’t cost anything, which was great because I knew Steubenville cost at least $200. I give Scott a call back and before I can finish my excuse about the cost of the conference he tells me that the cost is non-refundable so it’s free for me to go. In essence I’m conned into going by Scott Anthony and Paul Bova. In Adoration the first night, I felt truly loved for the first time in a long time. I went to confession that night for the first

This summer, I got to see firsthand the way my liberal arts education impacts the way I share Christ. Along with ten other OBU students, I was given the privilege of serving through the North American Mission Board in Portland, Oregon. My job as a church-planting intern was to build relationships with unbelievers, share Christ with unbelievers, learn what it would be like to actually plant a church, and ultimately, learn to live life on mission.

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