My Love Story

The author Langston Hughes reminisces about when his Aunt took him to church when he was thirteen years old; ‘Every night for weeks there had been much preaching, singing praying, shouting, and some very hard sinners had been brought to Jesus’(1059). At the end of revival the children were asked to approach the ‘mourners’ bench ‘To be saved!’ Langston’s Aunt told him about how when you were saved ‘something happened to you inside.’ (1059) So Mr. Hughes went to the bench with the fellow children in the church, the preacher preached, hymns were sung they keep saying ‘wont’ you come, Young lambs to Jesus?’ One by one the children rose to Jesus. Leaving Langston Hughes and another boy Westley; the boy Westley got tired of sitting on the bench he stood up to be saved. Langston Hughes sat there waiting for Jesus he too grew tired of sitting on the bench and he figured that Jesus didn’t smite Westley for lying; so he stood up.

To know Jesus Christ is the best thing that can happen in a person life. It transforms your mind, body and sprint. I have picked the following three topics to share my experiences of knowing Jesus Christ. First, what can your local church do to better communicate God’s love to your community? Second, why are personal testimonies important in sharing the gospel? Third, Did Jesus claim to be God? These are the three topics that always spark my interest when talking about our Lord savoir Jesus Christ.

I was in a place I was not familiar with, however, I would soon fall in love with. When I stepped off the giant steel contraption, I was greeted with a hot summer’s air. We then got into an old rusty van with the stench of cigarettes. Two hours later we finally reached our destination. Our destination was no resort on an island. Our destination was a small village out in seclusion. We walked around the village meeting the natives. As we was walking, I looked over my shoulder and saw a young lady. I glanced at her feet and noticed the red dirt overtaking the color of her skin. My preacher and I went over to her mud hut and told her about Jesus Christ. As my preacher was speaking, a little girl peaked her head out from her momma’s tattered skirt. I motioned her to approach me and handed her some candy. Her little smooth hands snatched the candy from mine. I welcomed her with a big grin and she returned with the same. Just to see one little girl smile made my entire

Ever since I was a young boy, my family would pile into our old 15-passenger van and drive to church each and every Sunday, without fail. I didn't really understand it at first, it was just something I had to do. When I was around 6 years old, my mother encouraged me to accept Jesus Christ as my lord and savior. I hardly understood what it meant, but I went through with it, much to my mother’s excitement. Years passed, and my understanding grew. Up until I was around 13 years old, my faith had no correlation to my actions. I could recite bible verses for hours, yet I couldn't say what any of them meant. That all changed one year at Camp Selah, a Then, in the year 2014, my faith took a turn for the worst. I’d had a testing first year of high

– The author tried to present two separate love stories of different generation, Ira and Ruth: Sophia and Luke. The story begins with Ira Levinson, a ninety-one years old person struggling for life, with the image of his dead wife Ruth in his mind, trying to survive from the deadly car accident. On the other hand, a young couple Sophia and Luke who had just started their married life as a happy couple just few months after they met. On their way back to home, they saw the car and Ira in injured state. They took him to the hospital where Sophia used to read the letters of his Ruth for Ira, as he was not able to read it. Luke was indulged in deadly games to pay the debts of his father. This met changed their life and soon their life changed.

I swung from my brightly colored hammock, camouflaged amongst the other teenagers in their enos. I was famished, uncomfortably hot, and drenched by the pouring rain that fell from the sky and dripped down the bridge of my nose. I didn’t mind though, and neither did the other eleven campers that also futilely attempted to keep their bibles dry while listening to our counselors over the rain. There at Camp Lake Stephens, I learned that sometimes giving up your life can help you find it. The Holy Spirit reigned at camp, and people came there to worship him. For eleven years, I have been growing there, and it’s changed me as a person.

We started the Bible Study, and the kids were hanging on every word that was said. The same thing happened the next day, but you could feel something different. God had prepared a soul to be harvested, and that soul was my kid Joel. That afternoon I walked him back to his apartment, and I asked Joel if he knew Jesus. He told me that he did, but he didn’t know if Jesus lived in his heart. So, we sat down and talked for a while about his relationship with Christ. So on that day, July 20, Joel gave his life to Christ. I was so humbled and shocked that I didn’t tell anyone what had happened until that night. I had first-hand experienced God work, and it was so

Diego Rivero Professor. Mitchell TS 113C 13 July 2015 TITLE Have you ever thought how it should feel to be saved by Jesus? In the story “Salvation” by Langston Hughes, we can see through his own experience how this was for him. Clearly this was a critical situation in his life, since he was really affected.

There are few aspects of our lives more intimately personal than our faith. The foundation of our moral compass, it is painstakingly shaped – chiseled – by our boundless experiences. Rarely absolute, its complexity adds to its fervency. “Salvation” by Langston Hughes speaks of the singular experience that is one’s faith through the eyes of a young boy. As a 12-year-old, he attends a revival at his Auntie Reed’s church. Like most children, he is obligated to participate and, on the last night, is paraded to the front of the church with all the other children. He has repeatedly been told that, “when you [are] saved you [see] a light, and something happen[s] to you inside” (paragraph 2) and, therefore, takes this direction literally, expecting

Super Sad True Love Story, America, next to of course god america i, and I, Too, Sing America, are all story/poems that in some form or another address the theme of American exceptionalism and patriotism. In each of the titles, it is established that America is not as revered as it once was or possibly could be and that change needs to take place. Through dystopian tales, satirical speeches and exaggerated ideals the authors of these works of literature try to identify the issues faced in American society.

I still remember the time when I first stepped in the "Literal Heart of Jesus" to be honest I didn't really like the place, but then I met you. I'm Hazel Grace Lancaster a 16 year old with cancer. Currently I live with my Mom and Dad and I fell in love with an ex-basketball player, Augustus Waters who is currently in the stars right now. I still remember the book that I recommended "An Imperial Affliction" a novel written by Peter Van Houten, the book that gave Augustus and I a "cliffhanger". I learned that Augustus was writing a sequel to "An Imperial Affliction" I read Augustus' words he said "getting hurt in this world is inevitable, but we do get to choose who we allow to hurt us, and that he is happy with his choice, and hopes she likes

For many years of my life I lived not understanding the beauty and importance of Christ. We had known each other in the church since the Sunday School Children’s Ministry. Jesus was a vague teacher for me at that time. Eventually we grew and joined our youth group, The Mix. I remember still being in Angie’s Class before that and we were preparing ourselves to be baptized together. We were so young, blinded and wrapped by our innocence. Somewhere along the way I understood that Jesus of Nazareth was to be more than a religious icon, a miracle maker, a teacher, or even in minimal standards a legalistic tyrant many acclaimed Christians claim him to be. As I was in a prayer one night from my first encounter, I

Copper leaves and empty skeletal swings rustle against the blistering carbon machines smoking out particles of greying sonorous melodies, heavy with a layer of thick mournful soot and perspiration sweating out the saltiness of human fervour. Like a young, raw-like fever that stretched out, dissolved and collapsed its black plumage around iron playgrounds where children used to play in illusive and corrosive battlefields swirling in an antagonistic coal-lit fire crackling its scarlet canker smoldering like a cancer along the tremors of their innocent bone marrows; along the emerald green fields of their small capillaries. In an intricate design of love and war, that canker buds Like weeds in a mercury-infused soil Oozing out the yellowing

In our society today, it can be hard to fully understand and relate to biblical texts written in a seemingly different world. With stories of great joys and sorrows, I found that although the world we live in today is different, the messages are still highly relevant. As long as humans are still imperfect and desired filled beings, we will need the wisdom of these biblical texts to guide us. As the stories of overcoming hardships and suffering made an impression on me, the stories of love and acceptance filled me with great emotion. There are many differences that seem to separate Christians today, whether in arguments such as interpretations or certain beliefs. This has only divided an undivided religion. I found comfort and strength from texts about love and a calling for Christians to come together despite differences. In this, I found a deeper connection to myself and others.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.