My Faith In My Life

Many people would agree that without faith, the world would be in chaos. The book Christian Foundation by Kathleen Fischer and Thomas Hart gives an interpretation on faith in our time. Many people would question the definition of faith. Faith is a gift, which is given by God to have trust in him and belief in him. This book is a great entry in anyone's life that has speculation on his or her own faith. The book has many ways into understanding ones own religion. It discusses the Bible, Jesus, Church, God's existence and Images of God. All of these chapters helped me get a better interpretation of what my religion entailed.

Faith in Christ has given me a unique life filled with optimism and purpose. From a young age, I have been raised in a home where I was taught about the love of Christ. Not only at home did I learn about Christ, but at school and at church. Thus, my life has been filled with experiences that have amplified my faith. For example, when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, I found that my relationship with Christ grew. Through all of the difficult circumstances that I have faced, faith in Christ has given me the encouragement that I need to persevere through any situation. Additionally, faith has influenced my decision making, which is why I strive to make all my decisions and live my life according to faith-based principles. This means

Some adults may live much of their lives with a literal faith. Stage three is group faith Young people start to value the importance of friendship and often come to view God as one who treats them much like a trusted companion. Stage four is person faith. People strengthen their faith by questioning earlier beliefs. Stage five is mystical faith. At this stage of faith the awareness of God’s inner presence leads one to become more aware that God also dwells in others. Interfaith dialogue now becomes not a threat but an opportunity for new understanding. Stage six is sacrificial faith. Jesus, Dorothy Day, and Archbishop Romero are examples of this sacrificial faith. Such people display radical and consistent commitment to the doing of God’s will that is uncompromised by concern for personal security.

During the interview, my grandma explained to me what faith is and how it fits in with her life. Some answers I expected, while some shocked me to where all I could do was widen my eyes and nod my head. For example, she explained how faith was something that had to be nourished, and how “it doesn’t stand still, it either goes backwards or forwards.” Unfortunately, if this is the case, my faith must be going backwards because I have made little effort to push my faith forwards. Not only did my grandma elucidate the idea of faith, but she also has made me consider where I stand

When I first came to foundations of faith I had some knowledge about faith because I came from a catholic school, and my family was catholic. Even though I came from a faith background I never felt as if I had a strong faith life and or a strong relationship with God. Now toward the end of this class, I feel that I have expanded my mind to what faith actually is. One lesson that helped me understand what faith was the article called adult faith by Father Fitter. This article spoke to me because before reading it I thought of God as being above everyone and doesn’t really interact with people, Father fitter explained him as a friend who will never turn your back on you. Now ending the semester, I feel that I can talk to God and grow a relationship with him. I hope to have a relationship with God for the rest of my

Almost everyone has a worldview of spirituality. More frequently than not it is unspoken and held silently. Therefore, many individuals have questions and seek apprehension through curiosity. Furthermore, there are several people who are strong in their beliefs and do not have a quavering devotion to the Lord, but have complete faith. There are also several that are strong prayer warriors or know at least someone that is. However, many claim to have faith, yet they never stepped into a church. There are also numerous individuals that do not necessarily pray, yet others feel prayer is a false hope. Throughout the circumstances, people generate positive thoughts and energy through the hardship of life. Nevertheless, they are evenly essential to me because they, believe, as life attempts to devour them. To me that is the key element of the matter, belief. My spiritual journey goes something like this.

I grew up in a Christian home. I was taught to always have faith, even when the situation seemed terrible. Never did I understand what it was like to actually lean on faith in a situation until it was the only option I had.

My family has played a big roll in what makes me, me. After God, family is number one in my life. I believe that without them, I simply wouldn't be who I am today. My immediate family has shaped me into the women I have become. They love me, and want the best for me. I have an uncle who truly means the best for everyone and everything, however, that isn't what he necessarily gives us. He messes up, and has made some terrible decisions. Just like anyone, right? His story is different. Let's start off by saying he has five boys, with three different women. He has abused not only his body with drugs and alcohol but also relationships, leading to separation from all of his kids and the women who he thought he had loved at some point in his life. He has spent many years in jail, coming out more depressed then when he went in. He was left living on the streets with no shelter and no food or money to provide for himself. His life is lived in depression. His oldest son, Cole, passed away in 2016 from an overdose on drugs. I believe if he had a better father figure in his life, his life would have been set on a better path. Cole was someone who was so loving, and the day I found out he had passed, I was devastated. I didn't want to believe that someone so great had made a mistake and accidentally took his life because of it. I will always look up to Cole because of his love for others, and regret the decision he made on March 4, 2016.

Faith begins in many ways. Some ways permeate through one’s self-logic and keep a person grounded. To have roots in a place where you can draw strength and forgiveness from is one of the most courageous acts I have ever adhered too. It broke my already fractured heart to let it slip through my fingers in finality.

My family, in some way, was always a part of the church community and growing up in the church and believing in God came as second nature to me. I had never questioned or doubted my faith in Him, until September of 2013, when my brother, Anthony, was diagnosed with two cancerous brain tumors. Being only 13 at the time, I knew everything happened for a reason and that God had a plan. But, seeing Anthony’s health deteriorate from the chemo filled my head with doubts. Why would God do this to my family? How could he make his own children suffer? Just why? In the worst time of my life, I thought God was not there.

My parents were teenagers when they got married. It was puppy love, and they felt forced to be married before I enter the world so that they wouldn’t embarrass my grandparents. My mother, Heather, was twenty-one years old when she gave birth to me in 1991. I had no issues as an infant, and I was a healthy baby. However, at two months old, I got salmonella poisoning because my father cleaned my bottles near raw chicken. I spent some time in the hospital until I was healthy. I came home from the hospital, and my mom and dad were getting adapted to taking care of a new infant. At three months old, my mother decided that she and my father were no longer meant to be together and had rushed into marriage to soon. She decided to get a divorce, and it was finalized by the time I was the age of one year old. Shortly after the divorce, my mother met Stephen, and my dad met Dawn. These two people were introduced into my life at a young age, and eventually played the stepparents role in my life. I resided in Buzzards Bay at my grandparent’s house after the divorce. I lived with my grandparents, my mother, and my aunt. My grandparents played a huge role in raising me. Nana helped raise me. She would watch me most of the time as my mother worked two jobs as a young single parent to make sure she took care of my needs and me. From ages 0-7, I was an only child. I was an advanced toddler because my playmates were primarily adults. At one year old, I was talking in complete sentences and I

Faith is a vital component of the Catholic tradition and is deemed by the Catechism as having many different qualities, but with them all looking towards the most fundamental, a relationship with God. When one has faith in God they have been blessed with a gift that if sustained on commitment, can lead to salvation.1

I would be the first out of my family to graduate college and I was the first to graduate high school out of 3 generations. My father was a Marine for 10 years, he choose a different path instead of going to college or finishing high school. He joined the war overseas to serve his country and I am proud of him. He always told me to never join any branch because he saw a future for me that he wanted me to invest in an education and better myself in everything I do. My brothers and sister choose horrible paths and yet I was different than the rest of the family. I wanted my mother and father proud of me and I wanted my country to be proud of me. Instead of doing drugs, drinking and partying. I was the odd kid growing up that invested myself into books and dreamed of the endless possibilities that I can became. I thought different jobs of what I can do to help my community and not fall into the evil path as my brothers and sister did. Dad always told me that I was his shining star, I didn’t really understand what was going on with family until I got out of high school. Drugs and alcohol can really screw up people lives. I am living proof that you can choose the right path to become a better citizen.

During the summer of 2008, my family and I took a trip to Rome. I had anticipated this for most of that year, and I was very excited when the day finally arrived to leave. Summer break was already a month in, and I had been packing for the last few days. The flight was almost nine hours, and most of the flight I slept. When we arrived in Italy, we went to our hotel and for the next few days, we went to many places like the, Colosseum and the Pantheon. We also went to many restaurants that reflected the Italian culture. I recall tasting a margarita, and it being some of the best pizza I 've had, it was thin and delicious. A few days into the trip, my parents decided to take us to the Sistine Chapel. At the time I had minimal knowledge of world history, so I did not understand what this place was, but once we arrived, I was amazed by its size , the beauty of the painting and I when I realize how old it was, I found it very interesting. We decided to take a tour, along with a tour guide, telling our group information along the way. Although we were in a group, there was a mass of other people, as well as many other tours going on. We would go to many rooms, some people would stay in a room, while others would move on. There was so much to see, and since there was art on the ceiling, my eyes were mostly locked above me. In a particular room, I had gone ahead, while my parents had stayed. I thought I had remembered what room they were, and how to get there from where I was, but I

At this time I had something great in my life occur, surprisingly. One day when I was sitting at our home in the kitchen, I started to think about marriage. I felt that I was about the right age to become married. My grandparents were siblings and married, while my parents were siblings and married. I felt then that it might be a good idea to get married then to one of my sisters. The reason this happened was because it made the land stay in our family’s ownership. Both of my sisters were definitely beautiful. Atet was very bossy at times, though. She could also be very mean.