Personal Narrative: My Love For One Religion

I see language as a huge blessing. When utilized properly, it can encourage, teach, and help others. It can also be used to express ourselves to our core. To be able to reflect what is within our hearts, though, we must dive deep into emotions and language. Paired, they allow us to understand one another so that we can communicate and help each other through life, something that is definitely not meant to be done alone—which exactly explains why God gave us all community. With life being like an ocean, I truly believe that we cannot survive without God, first of all, and also without people. Because they are so important to me, I place emphasis on understanding how to properly use the English language so that I may glorify God, showing my thanks to Him with my every sentence whether it is verbal or written or thought. This portfolio, thus, is a reflection of my identity and journey with God—all constructed with language and emotions to portray my love for communicating with Him and His people. “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable inyour sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.” Psalm 19:14After being rescued by Him, I gained sight. I no longer saw the things around me and within me with a blurry lens; I took on the clearest lens, as though my eyes became cameras, to see things with truth. With this new vision and mindset, I began to see my own mistakes as well as those around me. Because of this, I understood what needed revision and what

I am an atheist, but it wasn't always that way. My entire life there was a constant pressure on me to accept that there was a supreme being that created all. Even at a young age I couldn’t bring myself to fully believe this. I continued grasping for straws because, just like every other religious person, I was scared of the “consequences” that would come with not believing. My Non-Denominational Christian Church promoted telling this to everyone, even children.

Honestly, I didn’t think I would continue my Judaism much after my bar mitzvah. I went to a high school where I was the only one who was Jewish, and my Judaism was not embraced. I was introduced to the B’nai B’rith Youth Organization a Jewish organization that helps people find their Jewish identity and take part in leadership activities at the beginning of my junior year. By joining in my junior year there were already friendships created, and I was confused by the whole situation. The confusion would not last long because I was soon immersed in such an inclusive and accepting environment. Sure enough, due to my immediate ambition to make a difference in this organization, I was almost immediately elected to a chapter board position. From

I am writng these thoughts and addressing it to you, Kyle, not with the intention to come to an agreement (in fact, I would be very upset if a Christian would completely agree with my point of view), but to listen what you have to say and learn from you. To get the knowledge not only about the religion, but about how people live their life, and you Kyle, are insightful, in my opinion. Although our opinions are far apart I still can tell that I enjoy listening the ideas and standards you propose.

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My journey to the United States to become an engineer has changed because of the Church of Messiah. The obstacles that I have overcome so far such as always being different and working twice as hard because everyone always seems to be far ahead made me self-centered. But the road stop in my journey, which was Church of the messiah has changed my perception of life. Throughout my spiritual voyage at the Church of Messiah, I have discovered the person I now aspire to be in my future. There were a countless number of events that included a lot of volunteering from most members in Messiah which also inspired me to volunteer. I got the chance to lead one fundraiser at Messiah with my sister called Soctober. Soctober took place in October we worked

Religion has triumphed my life over the past five years. Before truly knowing God, and finding my faith, I was insular to God and who He was. All of that changed the moment I first attended my youth group, One Student Ministries(ONE). ONE completely changed my perspective on God, and what it means to have an intimate relationship with God.

My earliest memories are of my best friend, my mother, reading with her, drawing with her, sleeping on her, and cooking with her. She used to read The Cat in the Hat everyday to me- so much that she memorized it. When I got older, it became The Magic Treehouse, and then Harry Potter. She had an eternal patience, and even when I made her reread a book twenty times without letting her progress past page twenty, she would oblige. She was my sole entertainer, and she took the job seriously. My mother was the one that taught me Tamil, the language that my family spoke in India. She opened the doors of religion and culture by explaining the basis of Hinduism, what each god metaphorically stood for, and spoke to me as if I were her friend, not her child. Being the inquisitive child I was, I frequently asked questions, and amazingly enough, my mother answered all of them without giving me a senseless answer

I have been practicing Islam from a very young age and I truly believe in the one and only God who created the universe and has power over everything within it. As a Muslim we must testify that there is no other god but Allah, and Muhammad is the messenger of God. Islam is summed up into five rules, known as the Five Pillars which is the framework of the Muslim life. Me personally, I try to adhere the five pillars and try to recite the the salat (prayer) five times a day and read the Quran. In the other hand, I am gradually beginning to rediscover Islam because after the years that I lost Islam I honestly did live a happier life, but it was not very meaningful and satisfy as I thought it would when I could not do things because Islam prohibited

There are so many people out there that question the ways of the world. They may not agree with a neighbor, believe in a certain religion, or it may be something as simple as not understanding a math lesson. Either way, substantial or slight, we all hit a bump in the road sometimes. For some, that bump may have woken after a long trip, unaware of the consequences or what was really going on while they were dozing off. For me, that was religion. I’m not about to go on a tangent or offend anyone because I respect it. I have my own personal reasons.

What does this have to do with my religion you might ask? How is that good, true, and beautiful to me? First of all, my church was always a great place to be during the week for mutual and for sacrament meeting on Sundays back in Oregon. Mostly I’m not good meeting new people, I thought it was going to be difficult in Arizona. But everyone greeted me with open arms and I started to see good in my life again. As I went to the new Gilbert temple and took place in the dedication, I felt one of the strongest feelings of peace I’ve had in a very long time. I started to realize my life wasn’t bad as I made new friends in high school and accepted who I am as a

Losing my religion began when I questioned it for the first time. I did not have a devout upbringing and my family never practiced anything other than lighting the menorah or the Christmas tree. Faith wasn't apart of me; I relied on myself to get through my internal struggles and teenage angst; which, in hindsight, was probably not such a brilliant method of self-help. Even though I loved fiction and magical stories, science explained the workings of the world. Logic and reason didn’t fail me until my grandfather died. His death wasn’t a shock, he had two types of cancer and was struggling with his illnesses for years. But as painful as it was that he was no longer with us on Earth, what was most haunting was the fact that I had no explanation as to where he had gone. Science

My mother told me that technically, I'm Lutheran, as her and my Father had me baptized. However, it was never really enforced, she tells me, so I have the freedom to be whatever I choose. The only religious ritual I can remember were nightly prayers. I wasnt exacty raised with them, and my Mom taught them to me more as a last ditch effort than anything else.

I grew up in a Christian household and for a long time, my parents would bring my siblings and I to church every Sunday. I also went to CCD for many years when I was a child. It wasn’t until I entered my teenage years that I started questioning the religion I had grown up learning about and I began to consider myself agnostic.This year I’m taking a World Religions class that’s offered at my high school and, so far, we have studied Hinduism and Buddhism. I knew very little about religion, aside from Christianity, before taking this class. However, even after being in this class for only 2 months, I feel as if my eyes have become more open to the world around me. I find Buddhism especially interesting because it’s not just a religion, it is

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