Gantry Anguine's The Capricorn-Personal Narrative

A dull routine can always cause artificial stimulants that can lead to not more than fake results. In Unholy Sonnet 14 by Mark Jarman, he illustrates how the congregation is becoming more of a social organization than a faith-based community mainly because of the routine it follows. The poem reveals how the typical congregation seeks for sin to be forgiven. However, it also suggests that a congregation’s conventional dull routine cannot relive the pain of sin when it remains in the heart of the individual.

Furthermore, Hughes uses the rhetorical device of allusion when he writes about his aunt’s bringing him to the church for a special meeting. When he writes, “Then just before the revival ended, they held a special meeting for children, ‘to bring the young lambs to the fold’’’ (1), he attempts to correlate his invitation to salvation to a Biblical parable. Along with his reference to the Bible, he conveys the church member’s excitement with vivid imagery. He illustrates the church’s setting as being infuse with “all moans and shouts and lonely cries and dire pictures of hell”, and he also describes the preacher’s sermon as a “wonderful rhythmical sermon” (3). Conjointly, Hughes presents imagery of the churchgoers and alludes to a Biblical story in order to demonstrate the magnitude of the religious enthusiasm of the members of the church.

Many churches seem to demoralize an usher’s duties, thinking they are very limited and unimportant. However, the duties of an usher range far beyond passing buckets and shaking hands and encompass weighty and meaningful tasks. I specifically define these duties in four areas.

After a few moments, I realized that no one cared about anything I was doing, because I was not the lead role, but rather I was a supporting actress to a greater Character. Suddenly, I felt like I had reached the climax of the scene as well as a turning point in my faith. The Eucharist was the most beautiful and perfect display of Jesus’ love shown in the Catholic Social Teaching of solidarity. Regardless of whether the person was Pope Francis, a prison inmate, or even an overly concerned fifteen-year-old girl like myself, we all received the same body of Christ. We are all looked upon with the same unending love that God pours

Audra knelt on a pillow before the altar in the castle’s chapel. A month ago, the tiny room served as an overflow guest chamber, but Audra had it converted into a place where people might pray and reflect. It was on the first floor, tucked away in a corner, and offered a view of the garden (if one strained her neck).

Reflect on Lathrop’s description of the ordo of baptism as teaching and washing leading to the meal at the center of the church’s common life.

As the clock struck 8 o’clock we all hurried to our seats throughout the stadium, hoping that the general session wouldn’t start before we reached our seats. This great session starts out with popular speaker Mark Hart spreading his wide words, and preparing us for the main event of the evening, Adoration. However, even though he tried to prepare us for what we were going to go through, I don’t think we could completely comprehend the magnitude of what was to proceed. We were led in Adoration by Father Louis Merosne who exposed us to Christ

I assured myself that I didn't look too startled, and I meagerly resumed observing him through the corner of my right eye. His right boot’s tip of the toe was firmly placed on the bottom center of the thinly constructed door, and his knees were slightly bent. He lifted that same foot up and off, and swung it behind him. In a timespan of a blink, a loud crack sang out and a precise blow to the glass shattered it into a shape of a perfectly round circle. I gasped meekly as thousands of shivers shot up my spine. The rest of the door shattered within itself, similarily like dominoes. The man “stealthily” (he acted as if I couldn't see him, even if he didn't even try to hide the fact that he broke in, but I knew for a fact that we were aware of each other) trudged a few steps in, about two yards away from me. I could feel the adrenaline begin rapidly pumping as he slowly made his way over to

He looked around before he saw a crack in the wall right in front of him. It lead to another room with dark lights. He cautiously stepped forward, walking through the crack and made his way towards the black curtain. There were two guards outside the curtain and he had a strange feeling that this was a

As I expected the Usher Mrs. Garibay was posted in the back pew waiting on any late stragglers like myself. I was nervous. I can remember some of the sermons preached about, “presenting your best to the lord”. In addition, the treatment and talk that took place when someone dared to breach this with a dress that was maybe a little short. Never had anyone in my memory sat through any kind of service in my attire. I walked in very quickly, not really having eye contact with the Usher; I grabbed a study sheet from her and quickly took my seat, in the back. When I did look up it was to see about 45 members looking back at me. I recognized about fifteen people I knew well. There was an uncomfortable silence. My beat so loud I thought everyone would hear it. The pastor’s first reaction was mouth open shock, then recognition, then shock again. When the pastor’s wife recognized me, she rushed over to where I was sitting. I was

Fright, worry and sadness filled my mind, while screams prayers, and holy oils filled the sanctuary. October 2, 2016 in Pelham,Ga we had communion at our church. Everyone dressed in white was ready to receive the body of Christ along with the blood of Jesus. The ladies accepted it first, then the men, then the pastors, missionaries, and evangelist.

“Okay,” I jumped off the couch and onto the fireplace hearth. I started to pick up all the toys when, CRACK! Everything was black. It felt like hot grains of sand hitting my forehead in forever torture. I was screaming in my mind. A knot of fear started to grow in my stomach.

The clanging of church doors reverberated throughout the foyer, making our tardiness noticeable to all. With our heads to the ground, my mother and I slinked up the stairs, slipped into the main hall, and stood facing the pews. From this vantage point, we could see the entire church and everyone in it. Aisle to aisle, pew to pew, bald head to bald head, all was visible. Perusing the crowd, I noticed something hanging off the end of a pew. Curious, I craned my neck and pivoted leftward to search for its owner. Not surprisingly, it belonged to an older gentleman and was dangling just above his velcro strapped left sneaker. “Not very fashionable”, I thought to myself, “practical though, tying laces must be daunting at that age.” I looked down at my own shoes, which reflected the lights glow overhead; I had polished them well.

Gabriel Utterson sat with his back to the darkened room, waiting patiently for his nightly visitor. As he watched the fire roaring in the grate, he heard the unmistakable sound of the door he’d left purposefully unlocked being slowly opened and closed as quietly as possible. Closing his eyes he focused on the sound of his visitors footsteps, on the rustle of his clothes and his anxious breathing. He smiled as he smelled the other’s cologne and felt a pair of small but strong hands being rested on his shoulders.

In effect, the narrative invites the readers who recognize Jesus as the revelation of the Father to embody Jesus just as they embody the food they eat.”