Personal Narrative: I Believe In Heaven

You know those days where everything just seems to be going wrong or you never think things will get better? When you are late for work, spill coffee down the front of your shirt, and realize you accidentally wore two different shoes? Or how about when you thought you were in love, and you got your heart broken into a million pieces and it felt like you would never be okay again? What about when you had to say goodbye to your best friends when you left for college? I believe in a new beginnings.

Tears poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on.

To say my faith life has been completely revamped in the last year would be an understatement. I had views and ideas about faith that seem somewhat vile to me know with the experiences I’ve had. From just lectures to the retreats my spiritual side has gone from that of a holiday catholic to a Campus Ministry Student. From little things to big ethic topics I’ve changed in a multitude of ways, my Spiritual Autobiography looks like looks like someone else wrote it compared to any year before it. I think faith is one of the most important aspects of our life and it took me until last year to realize it.

NYPD Standard Operational Procedure when anyone is transferred: The next day they must report in civilian attire to Health Services Division to take a Drug Screening Test. I was fuming about this involuntary transfer to Internal Affairs in the elevator when it reached the eight floor. Not familiar with Health Services Division, preoccupied by still really being pissed off, I followed a small group into a meeting room with about twenty seats. As I sat down I suddenly noticed these guys didn’t really look like cops. When one of these weird individuals said to me “I ain’t crazy, no matter what they say, I wanna be a cop and I wanna a gun.” I was momentarily confused.

Speaking from my personal experiences I can definitely say the spirit world is real. Such as when i was younger I would always feel strange vibes from certain things such as anything dealing with death. Like I went to a funeral home once and got a vibe that something was watching me. As i continued to walk i felt it getting stronger and stronger as i went to view the body. I wasn’t the only one to feel this feeling as my mother did as well. Many people each and every day encounter something like this. A haunted house, grave,and even a random location like a bridge. Some locations are said to hold powerful energy that anyone feels. Feelings that there could be something lurking. Sometimes when an energy is so high in an

Before we get into the book, I just want to get something off my mind. I believe in Jesus. I do. But if the first chapter is about how the demons were throwing objects across the room then you lost me already. I probably believe Hillary Clinton’s excuse for deleting the 33000 emails more than whatever this is. You’re telling me that there are demons that throw things around yet now in 21st century where everybody owns an iphone or a samsung galaxy nobody has an actual video proof of anything? Please, you can be better than this.

When it comes to my religious beliefs, I am Catholic and after taking this class Religious Imagination class with Professor Martin. I can say that I have gained new insight to the different religions that we have learned throughout the course of the class. This class really opened and broadened my perspective on different religions because never experience or even learned about these different religions before taking this class. The specific religions that I have gained insight on were Hinduism, Buddhism and Primal religion. Before taking this class I heard of these religions but I did not actually know what they were. Each Religion that we learned helped me is the amazing ways people believe in God. I found the Primal religion extremely interesting

The name of my country is Felix.It is located near Austrailia.Many people in my country have been fighting over which country should be ours. As their leader I think we should be in Christianity religion because they read a book about God called the Holy Bible.They have over 2 million followers.They also have this big place where they worship called a church.

. I got irrationally mad at my mom because I didn’t want to refer to my Dad as a disabled person on google. I spent most of that night in a rage, throwing books against the wall, bawling and banging my fists on the floor of my bedroom. “Please help!” I yelled repeatedly. I’m not sure if it was to anyone specific. At that time, I suppose it was to God. Someone’s God. Anyone’s God. When I still believed.

I find religion redundant and superfluous. Inevitably, my parent's Mexican and catholic values have contaminated me. While attending church every Sunday is not on my to-do list, I do believe in miracles. I do not pursue a religion, but miracles are real. I know this because I am one. My predators are not bullies or drugs. Instead, my predator is hardship itself. I’ve shaken the hand of death and prejudice, but I yet haven't shaken the hand of my college professor.

Entering the building frantically, I walked into the doors of the school. I glanced around searching for a familiar face, but instead all I got were looks from people I’d never seen before. Strangers were staring at me suspiciously, as if I was up to no good. Of course, being the only muslim and wearing a hijab probably had something to do with it, but I walked down the hallways fearlessly until I saw my friend.

We get ourseleves to chought up worrying what the world think, that we easiest forget who created us. If we put ours focus on the media too much, we will be come what the world want us to be and self-conscious about what others think, if we are keeping ourselves worrying about what others think then we are really not going to know who we really are as a person. Not saying it easy, when it still hard for me. Because I still struggle with it going to the beach anytime and people asking millions of questions on what happen to my crest, why do you so many scars? The questions would never stop, so it came to the point that I will just swim with an t-shirt on. I try to find way to deal what I have and also been this journey with Jesus to find who

The movement on the screen of my monitor was steady as a small telescope crept through the atmosphere. It made its way past the constellation of Sagittarius, the archer. I was assigned to watching the Hubble Space Telescope in its mission to capture photos of the Eagle Nebula, and it felt like a lifetime for the telescope to finally reach it. Every few seconds it would send photographs so I could analyze its journey.

My experience with religion is all life has consciousness. There has been a misunderstanding to me as a child when I see those who regard it as arrogance when we take our rightful place in the universe. And what is our rightful place? I grew up in a baptize church in N.C and the church of Christ in Conn. The baptize church I attended had all black members and the church of Christ I attended had 90% white. How did I know where my rightful place was in the universe? It is in gaining awareness of our true selfhood. I think you can get a better idea if you think of it in the correct sequence.

My journey with God started in February of 1993, when I went to a ladies’ conference in Columbus, Texas. It was while the speaker was explaining that she knew there were some of us out in the audience, who felt guilty about something they had done in their past, and they did not feel that God could forgive them for it. But then she quoted from God’s word; “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, not principalities, no things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom 8:38-39 NASB) The speaker continued on to say that all we need to do is