Personal Narrative: My Trip To Portage Lake Bible Camp

Today in class, we watched a documentary called “Jesus Camp”. As I was sitting in class watching this horrifying film, I could not help by myself by going through mixed emotions and feelings. I think whether you are part of the Christian religion or not, you can see how these preachers in the film manipulated these children. The film starts off by introducing three young children by the names of Levi, who wants to pursue a career as a pastor and is being home-schooled by his mother, Rachael who is this totally sweet little girl and Tory who listens to Christian heavy metal in her spare time. I feel that each of these children went through different emotions and feelings throughout this adventure but they all still shared some kind of similarities. In this film, we as a class were able to see how much an adult figure can impact the lives of a child. I was able to see that Tory and Levi seemed the most content on how they were living their lives as Christian children, but Rachael was the

On Sunday, November 13, 2016, I visited the Kennedy Road Tabernacle church on 141 Kennedy Rd N, Brampton, ON L6V 1X9 at 8:00 am. This denomination was Christian and I had no experience or background knowledge about Christianity, other than what I have learned in school. I decided to go on a Sunday because I knew many people go on Sundays and it would be a good experience. From my knowledge, Christianity is a monastic religion, that is the belief in one god, and he made things rule over history (Esposito, & Lewis). They also believe that God is higher than everyone, and should not be placed after someone else. They believed that Jesus was born Nazareth in the northern Galilee region on December 25, also the same day as Christmas. Jesus was crucified

No matter what happened during the school year I would always come back to camp and be able to spend time with the girls that went from friends to family over the nine years that I had known them. This last year was the last time I would ever get to do activities, earn merits or even swim a mile. During my last two weeks at CLH I knew this but it did not sink in until it was my last time to hike up to Church Mountain as a camper. On the way up my eyes started to sting and I reached over and grabbed my friend Riata’s hand. I looked over at her and saw that she was crying too. Once I realized she was I looked around and witnessed my entire cabin start to break down and come to understand, this was our last year, our last chance to do anything a camper could do. It was during this time that I truly came to appreciate everything camp has taught me and the great friends that I made along the way.

Jesus Camp is a contentious documentary about the idea of Evangelical christianity itself and how it ties in with politics at the time. The basis for this film is a Evangelical camp of rare devotion in Devil’s Lake, North Dakota. The pastor hosting this camp is Becky Fisher and her ministry, “Kids In Ministry International”.

I knew one thing for certain: Tennessee was a very stupid state filled with stupid people and I would never drink their stupid sweet tea. Thus was my twelve year old opinion.

Church, temple, sanctuary, or the Lords’s house, these are just a few names that your average person might call the place you come to worship God, I have always called it home. The Church I have been attending, Memorial Baptist Church, which is also where I attend high school, I have been attending since I was the age of three years old. Moving to the area that my family lives in now, I do not believe is any accident. At the age of two years old, my father was stationed in Tennessee for the military. After passing away from brain cancer, my Mother moved my two older sisters and me to Killeen Texas, to be closer to her family. Memorial Baptist Church was the only church we have ever been members of since moving to Texas, it has always felt like

I peeked through my facemask and I could see the quarterback lining up to take the snap. I glanced back at my coach who swung his arm across his body indicating the “slash”. My body shook with excitement as I inched up to the line. At the sound of a distant “hike” I exploded from my stance off the tackle into the endzone. I found myself one on one with the quarterback in the backfield, an outcome I had prepared for hundreds of times. I dove at his legs colliding with his shins. After a push and pull struggle he went down and I stood victorious in the middle of the endzone, my teammates immediately raised their hands above their heads signaling a safety. The excitement in the stadium grew and the student section erupted chanting “STORMIN MORMON...STORMIN MORMON”

For many years, I have worked in ministry as a support ministry member. In 1993-1997, I served as Administrator at Beacon Light Full Gospel Baptist Church under the leadership of Bishop Darryl S. Bister. I was responsible for all of his appointments, drafting of documents, and overseer of additional staff members and responsible for the day to day operations. In 1997, I was called to Greater St. Stephen Full Gospel Baptist Church with my husband under Bishop Paul S. Morton, Sr. I served in many capacities in this ministry from worship leader to Administrator to the Registrar for Greater St. Stephens School of Ministry. My husband along with our 3 children was then called to Denver, Colorado to serve at Heritage Christian Center under Bishop Dennis Leonard. We serve in that ministry

I am writing to you today to tell you about an exciting opportunity I have through my school, Liberty Christian. My senior class will be going on a mission trip to COSTA RICA from Saturday, May 6, 2017 to Friday, May 12th. During this time, we will be working with the mission agency SCORE International in order to serve God by serving the Costa Rican people. We will have opportunities to serve and minister to the people we meet through various service opportunities, such as: children’s ministry, preaching, drama, and humanitarian aid distribution.

or those who know me, they know that nearly every Sunday morning I’ll be sitting next to my wife, on the front row of Topeka Baptist Church. To be clear though, I’m not implying that I’m super-spiritual, nor am I trying to impress anyone by my seating preference. Truth be told, I’m an avid people-watcher and easily allured by my surroundings, so sitting on the front row gives me the best opportunity to pay attention since the only person I can see is the pastor. I can’t tell you the day, month, or even the year when we started attending our church, nor can I tell you exactly how long we’ve sat on that front row now. However, I do know that I’ve listened to the pastor faithfully deliver sermon after sermon, Sunday after Sunday. Although I

Since I was a child, I loved making friends. Whenever I saw someone new, I would run up to them and immediately become best friends with them. As I grew up, I recall some occasions when I felt left out. I remember being so sad that they wouldn't include me. From that day on, I made a commitment to make everyone feel involved because that feeling of being left out was one of the worst feelings a young boy/girl could ever have.

I live in a small town that goes by the name of Lafayette. The population is 4,500. Everyone knows where everything is, when everything is, and what everything is. As a child, my mother and I would go to a beautiful waterfall on a small back road when the sun was shining, when the trees and rocks were just right, and when it was damp and perfect for four wheeler rides. The Union Camp waterfall is majestic. The scenery makes a person speechless. We would always go when the weather was perfect. The waterfall is one childhood memory I will always remember. The activities my mother and I would do were always a blast. My trips to Union Camp waterfall are memorable because of the scenery, the weather, and the activities.

Going to a church that is not of your current denomination or faith is an uncommon thing to do. We are accustomed to staying within the group of people that have common beliefs, especially in regards to religion. Therefore, attending a different church can be uncomfortable for some. Personally, I had the irrational fear of being rejected by church goers of a Southern Baptist church for worshiping the same God in a different manner. Despite my initial concern of being left out or unacknowledged at the sermon, Panther Creek Baptist Church was humble, welcoming, and open to talk about the regular attendants.

It is a typical chilly February evening, as I approach St. John’s University Parish on University Avenue. The air smells peachy and the sun is setting behind the bare wintry trees. I open up the glossy wooden door and step inside the Newman Center, where the Mountaineer Catholics host their weekly Mountaineer Catholic Night. College students are lined up for a delicious meal of chicken and biscuits. I quickly managed to get in line behind Mountaineer Catholic President, Nicole Hegele. Nicole is a sophomore engineering student who is thoroughly involved in planning the events of Mountaineer Catholic Night. Her weekly goals consist of finding members of the parish to provide a meal to hungry college students and schedule a guest speaker. “It takes a lot of time and effort to be so involved, but I feel that all of the members of our club and

Interviewing several pastors can be eye opening in that you will begin to see different character qualities, disciplines and where they are in their spiritual journey. My intention was to interview several pastors, however, I was unable to obtain the responses needed to complete a study such as that. I did get to meet with one pastor, and I believe that it was truly difficult for him to answer most of the questions even after giving him some time to think about each question. My interview was with a very intelligent and spiritual man named Les Harvey. He is currently serving at the Church of the Highlands Greystone campus under many great leaders.