Personal Narrative: Church Of Middle School

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The sermon started well: I had managed to capture my congregation's attention and had communicated all I had intended to when all of a sudden, I became self-conscious . My stage fright came rushing back and I started crying. This event prompted me to join The Lectors Association. As a lector, my duty in our school's chaplaincy was to proclaim God's word to everyone seated in our Chapel of the Good Samaritan. The first time I stood in front of the congregation, I was scared. I saw many pairs of black eyes staring at me and they seemed to be mocking me but when I remembered why I was there, I tore my gaze from theirs and proclaimed to them about a strength that came from our Heavenly Father. After that day, I requested that I read more often:
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