Family Christian Concert Report Sample

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

In October 1927, the first ever North American Christian Convention was held in Indianapolis, Indiana. It was one of many conventions that was held at the time and are held still to this day. Throughout this time, the North American Christian Convention has grown and developed, but how did it all begin and how has history shaped it into becoming what it is today? Throughout this paper I will be discussing the different events and people, that shaped and molded the North American Christian Convention into what it is today.

Christian Country music can be defined with two variables the word “Christian” and the word “Country”. The word Christian in its raw state and referring to Jesus Christ is to be Christ-like to be like Him. The word country cannot be defined so easily because it can mean, a country as in a place on a whole different place on a map. For this purpose, it will lean towards the south region in the United States. When combining the two styles of music Christian Country is usually sung in the slang language of the country, clear in its message, and often tells a story. Some Christian music listeners do not like this style of music and some love this style of music. If you were a fan of Christian Country music, would you enjoy this style of music for the message or just to listen to country slang?

day, a very good friend of mine and her family invited me to their church. I was reluctant to go,

I began exploring faith with my Christian wife, Gloria, about six months ago, and made the decision to attend church with her. On the first day of attending church, I was approached by a fellow parishioner

On December 5th, the University High School Show Choir and Jazz Band performed. The show that the UHS Show Choir put on turned out to be fantastic. There were seven songs that the Show Choir performed, which varied from Ella Fitzgerald as well Broadway Musicals from Anything Goes, Gentleman Prefer Blondes, and Chicago. The first number was a song called “Anything Goes” from the 1934 musical Anything Goes, which was sung by soloist, Madelene Raneses. Madelene has very good potential in her singing as well as dancing. The dancing in this performance was greatly choreographed by Mylan Biltz. Furthermore, the concert moves on with their second number, which was Ella Fitzgerald’s minor, but lovely tune, “I Got Rhythm”. This song was performed

A few years ago, I entered one of those nerve-wracking situations where I would be sharing a living space with a stranger. As I expected, we were two individuals with distinctly different personalities and beliefs. All of our time was spent together and we got to know each other fairly quickly. We often got into casual debates over dinner or on a drive to an event. However, one day she noticed that I had a Bible on my nightstand and she mentioned something that she hadn’t before. She was an atheist. Her declaration was fine with me, as I completely understood that everyone has different beliefs and backgrounds.

I did not mind answering her question I just could not find the right words to say. Since my grandmother died it seemed as if going to church died too. I began to shallow away from going and eventually I stopped. I feel that when my grandmother died I sort of lost touch with God. I continue to label myself as a Christian because the religion I was raised to practice was Christianity. La’Christiyuana asked what did I do in my free time and why? I responded “In my free time I like to chill and relax enjoying time to myself blocking out the dangerous world.” With the response I gave her she knew I was a homebound

The second concert I attended was the Shepherd school of music collegium concert at Rice University. The program featured music from the renaissance and was a little bit different then the orchestra concert I attended. For one there were fewer musicians. It had a more intimate setting, not a big theater but rather a small rehearsal hall. The musicians exchanged in and out after there part of the performance was over and there was some singing as well.

I used to have a friend lets call her Laura. Laura’s mom was a Jehovah Witness and her dad was non practicing, but her mother was devout to the point that she would let her child die before she would accept a blood transfusion. As you can tell I have biases when it comes to religious beliefs. Well Laura got accepted to a university about 5hour away the same school I was, and she really wanted to go, but her dad being a Mexican a machismo Mexican (there is a difference) threatened to disown her. She was all distraught, and me being me told her to tell them to go to hell and walk out the door and go to college. I spent weeks convincing her or trying to, and for a while I had her set to go she had everything done she even had a dorm room, and then her mother got pregnant and told her she had to raise the child like the oldest daughter should. I again told her to tell her mom to go to hell, but I am sad to say Laura stayed home raised her sister and went to the local community college. Knowing what I know now I should have kept silent about my beliefs and supported her right to choose what she wanted to do maybe she would have chosen school if I had not pushed my values on her so hard. To this day I recognize what I did wrong, but I still feel she wasted her life by rising someone else’s child, and becoming another statistic. I do however, see that maybe she did make the choice that was best for her, and though I do not agree with her the choice was never mine to make, and

“A Glimpse of snow and evergreen” was a concert I will never forget. In my opinion, this concert was the most high energy and energetic concert we have had (since my time here). The songs were all surrounded by the theme of holiday spirit and it gave a warm and friendly tone that I believe the audience felt too. We had a variety of songs, in cooperated dancing, and were able to have almost a full house. This will be the concert we remember for the fun times and best choreography.

Pastoral Concert is a debated painting about its authorship, first attributed to Giorgione then scholar admitted that is work of Titian. The panel is scenery in countryside of a man wearing noble class clothes holding a lute listen attentively to his companion, who is wearing a usual outfit ,besides them there are two naked women one holding a flute and the other pouring water in contrapposto way means the whole weight supported on one leg which creates an elegant stand.

Praise, Worship, Singing to God... Christian music is a way to talk to our God. It can be rap, pop, country Or just about any genre. Christian music can get you in your feels or get you pumped up. Like I believe that Christian music is the best music because it is clean, it is real, and because it brings us closer to God.

I entered into the worship service, unaware of what to expect. I was not familiar with this church, it was a non-denominational church, but the pastor had his roots in the A.M.E. Zion Church and branched out to establish his own church. I walked into the sanctuary prepared to participate in the Sunday School. I found a seat and readied myself to engage in some meaningful discussion. After sitting for several minutes, I asked one of the gentlemen who was standing at the front of the church if they had already started and where was the lesson coming from. He looked at his watch and indicated that he didn’t know if we had time for Sunday School. A puzzled look came over my face and I couldn’t help but express my confusion as I looked at

My mom once told me when I was young and ignorant, “Faith is the foundation of a beautiful friendship with the one person who will always remain by your side”. These words were expressed even more profoundly every Sunday in the echoing corridors of a small church by a priest I had yet to know or even care about. Preaching with his perplexing words in which I could only muster barely a fourth of my full attention span listening to. Thus, the term faith did not exactly resonate with me until many years later. My early years were filled with the teachings of the bible in Sunday school and later on as well in middle school during Friday night sessions. Unfortunately, my mom was an extremely strong enforcer of our faith for she was also raised Catholic from birth, but my dad on the other hand has a more scientific approach to how the world came to be. The years I spent in Sunday school blurred into an everlasting line of bleak nothingness just a ticking clock waiting till an end. Even today I do not remember anything that occurred within those taxing sixty minuets of constant bible studies it’s as though I lost the key to the inner workings of my childhood. Nonetheless, there have always been unbelievably great role models in my faith such as my mom, youth ministers, and friends who encourage me to be open to my faith. However, it’s always been my own restrictions that prevent me from furthering my relationship with God. So when my sister suffered her first severe