Personal Narrative: My Religious Inheritance In A Family

The full name is The Holy Family Catholic Church. The location on this catholic church is 14500 NE 11th Avenue North Miami, FL 33161. I assist to this church on February 19, at 2pm. That place is the main service of the week.

I was raised Catholic, but I left the church soon after I enlisted. Many years later, a co-worker shared the gospel with me. At that time (2003), something in my soul awakened and I fell upon the mercy and grace of my Savior, Jesus Christ.

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.

I grew up in a family devoted to the Roman Catholic (RC) faith. We, my brothers and sisters, have taught and disciplined in this faith to become good Christians. My family faithfully come to church every Sunday, followed the RC customs and traditions, prayed the rosary every night, and served in the church by joining the choir and other church activities. We have taught that by serving God this way, we could merit eternal life from Him.

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Growing up, my mother raised me in the Catholic faith in patches. We went to church for a month then not attend for three months. Some days we didn’t look like Catholics, other days we were the poster family for our local church. So my religious upbringing wasn’t done in full force. But I never failed to return to my faith when I needed it the most.

I grew up Catholic. My church was very traditional and it was a place of worship. Jesus is still a part of my life. I was baptized, confirmed, and assisted in the music ministry. However, I wasn’t a very good catholic. I do not pay attention in church. Whenever the priest begins his sermon, my mind jumps into another place and time. I half hear what is said and everything is routine. However, the true catholic church like the one in St. John Cantius in Chicago and it was an entire different experience for me. Latin mass was daily and the Cantique de Jean Racine echoes in the chapel as many servers come weaving in and out among the mass. Hundreds of people come to see the mass with the best clothes. It brings my childhood memories of my old church to shame.

The Catholic church is the one I grew up in. Attending the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has brought a fullness to my soul from the couple times I first went to the mass. I prayed everyday asking Heavenly Father if his plan for me is to be baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. My answer came to me when attending mass with one of the State Conference’s. As simple as I wish it was, challenges have come up ever since I have received this sign. My family tradition of the Catholic religion is causing difficulties in this decision, no matter how I explain why I am making this decision. Plans are changed; now when it will be the time I am of age to make these decisions thoroughly, I will get baptized. Even

When I left treatment for alcoholism in June of 2007, the person who picked me up told me I needed to find a church. He told me it was not about religion, but about spirituality. So the search for my spiritual home began. I looked at fundamental Christianity, Buddhism, Taoism and Metaphysics at Unity. I found my spiritual home with Unity and metaphysics.

Now, I am going to request a very religious thing. Something, I would never thought to do before. However a co-worker's family is going through some rough times at the moment. I do realize not many folks connected with my face book find themselves overly religious. Yet I do want to ask for a exception this time. Therefor I am asking you guys to offer prayers, strength, courage and/or good vibes to Sharon Dixon, her husband and family.

What kind of person would I be Today if I did not have my Catholic faith? The past two years I have often asked myself this question. Starting my seventh grade year of school I had a difficult time with the girls in my grade. I was ignored, left out, talked about, I always seemed to be alone, and I only had one friend in my class. My eighth grade year seemed much worse because my friend switched schools. I became very close to switching schools multiple times that year; however I managed to stick it out until high school. My freshman year all my new friends were into the boys. It bothered me because most boys would not talk to me because I wanted to stay pure. Through all of this I kept my faith and it lead me through it. At church on Sundays

Just to give some background, I grew up not in a religious family at all. We went to the kids camps at church to mainly make friends, but when I left for the day that's where it stopped. I also as terrible as it is to admit, have not been to church in a very long time, which I would love to change. My family is Christian, I suppose if you had to put it in a category you would say non-denominational. My husband grew up from a Catholic turned Christian family. I have never experienced going to Catholic mass or any other variation of Christian church in my life. He is from Oklahoma, where chowboy churches are apparently a thing. Being from Indiana, I have personally never heard of this before in my life. So being a believer and wanting to try something new, I took it upon myself to find one we could both enjoy around our house. At first, I thought he was making this up completely, however after running into a few of these churches while driving, I was now interested. We found one called 3C Cowboy Fellowship, that prides itself on getting rid of judgement and just wanting to do what was intended and praise God. Being someone that has not gone to any type of church in awhile, I was skeptical, even though that was their saying that they did not judge. I swallowed my pride and attempted to

I’ve never felt truly attracted to any one religion before. Through all my hours of studying and researching I realized I needed to look more within myself to find what I spiritually and religiously need. I’ve come to the conclusion that I just don’t have one that fits me, or at least I haven’t found it yet. Growing up my parents made sure I was raised non-religious so I would be able to choose something that was for myself and not just because it was what I was raised into. Since majority of my family I lived around were Baptist I did end up learning the basics of the Bible and church even though I never attended. Even while reading the stories and scriptures I never found them to be special the way other kids around me did. To me they were just great stories and quotes to read and live by if you choose to or learn from even. As

Growing up, my parents taught me the basic of Roman Catholicism because it was the right thing to do according to our ancestors. We weren 't religious, but rather lived by a good moral code and felt spiritual in our family. Church and

I grew up in a Catholic family and believed the teachings of the Catholic Church insofar as they agreed with my reading of the Bible. As a teenager, Jesus became real to me at summer camp; I was introduced to the Charismatic movement. While at college God began calling me to Christian leadership, culminating in my engagement to Kevin.