Personal Narrative: My Transformation from a Non-Believer to a Follower of God

The question “Is God real?” has been speculated for years and years. It is one of the main questions that is still being asked in today’s world, with movies, music and media surrounding it. The popular movies that have recently been released such as “God’s Not Dead” and “Heaven is for Real,” are perfect examples of this, with millions going to see them, and supporting the assumption that there is a God and place called Heaven. Millions of people assert their faith of God on a daily basis by claiming to pray to him, and doing things in order to bring him glory; the Bible is a major component that people turn to in order to support their claim that God is real, and is still apart of our everyday life. However, there is a side that states God is not real and he will not return. Major arguments for this side would be through certain catastrophic events that occurred, such as the Boston bombings or the attack on 9/11. The nonbelievers state that if there was a God he would not put his people through that; and also the argument of evolution, and how man came to be. As for me, I believe that God is indeed real, because the stories of Jesus told through the Bible, the amount of people that claim to have first-hand experience of both God and heaven, how Moses obtained the Ten Commandments at Mount Sinai, and how life events are interconnected to teach us lessons.

On March 27th, 1997, I was born. I was baptized on June 24, 1997, at Holy Face. Growing up, my family were strong believers in the Catholic faith. My sisters and I attended Catholic school from Kindergarten through 12th grade. We attended Mass every week, biweekly while we were at St. John's. My parents raised us as Catholics, with God at the center of everything that we did.

Help me. I believe there is a God. I believe He sent His Son to earth to die for our sins. I believe that this happened. I believe that He conquered death and rose up from the dead and is with you again.

If someone was to pose the question, “Do you believe in Christ?” There are endless amounts of ways to answer this. Some people would answer “yes,” while others may answer with disturbance in their voice, “I don’t believe in Christ or any other God.” Then there would be those who

I believe in God. I'm a Christian. I have been all my life. My family is very Christian too so that is a big part of why I believe in God. But another big part is that he answered my family's prayers and healed my little cousin, Caleb, when he was born with a crack in his skull.

I was not exactly thrilled to hear those words, but knew it had come from God. At the time, of course, we thought the vision was about Miranda. I got on my knees before Kevin and told him I knew with my entire heart this test was coming back and we needed to be ready. We would have to walk through this together getting our strength from God. Kevin listened but did not respond.

battle with cancer, I tried killing myself cause I thought that God was punishing me for

Growing up as a teenage girl in the world with the state it's in, it's often hard to not want to please everyone. That's something I struggle with, especially as a Christian. I want everyone to like me. I feel a pressure to please everyone, show my love for Christ, and a burden to never slip up..always be perfect. Once entering high school, the need for everyone to want to be my friend and like me grew. I would do anything to please these "friends." Often more times than not, these things that pleased them ceased to please God. Looking at those people I had in my life, I got to thinking what were they doing for me. Yes- that may sound like a selfish question, but really what were these people I was trying so hard to please doing for me? The answer was

One Sunday morning I got up and started getting ready for church. I went into my bathroom and started to take a shower into I realized that my water was curtail because I didn’t pay the water bill. So I went out to the whale and got some water to at least brush my teeth and wash my face. After I got done brushing my teeth and washing my face I went into the kitchen and ate a smattering plate of eggs. Then I went into my room picked out my outfit and headed on to church. When I got into the church the pastor asked everyone if the could support the church and I couldn’t inalienable anything. When church ended I, went to get something to eat at old south, while i was eating I saw two of sister that came in the restaurant and I only showed discriminate

Although I am not completely aware of all of the different types of religion, I do believe that we can all agree that your belief or disbelief in his existence is a matter of opinions formed from your experience and how heavy your faith is in Him. My first experience with Him was when I was about eight or nine

One reason that a person believes that God exists is that he or she experienced a personal transformation. Another reason could be that someone believes in miracles. For example, whenever a person is certain that he or she is going to die, but it gets interfered by a phenomenon. There are people, raised and taught to believe in God since they were children. Some people who don't have a drive and meaning in life could obtain both from believing that God exists. A lot of people believe God exist because he brings out hope that they could rely on. Some are for his existence due to believing that prayers do work. To them, their lives improve as a result of that and their connection to God would become more concrete.

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.

The first time I learned about religion was in third grade. One day I came home, and started to tell my parents about how everyone at school goes to church on Sunday. Even though I had no idea what church was, I still wanted to go because I didn’t like being left out. My parents tried to explain to me what it was. I didn’t really understand it, so I decided to let it go.

The definition of believe is “ to accept something as true, genuine, or real.” I have been a christian my whole life. I finally believe that Jesus died and what they bible says is true. Going through confirmation here at Holy Cross has really helped me. I feel like I am ready for the next chapter...telling others about Jesus and what he did.

in any aspect. I can’t say that I am a believer but I can say that one day I may come across something that makes me a believer and not just a