Personal Narrative: My Trip To Sacred Heart Catholic Church

Rouhani, do not release the Christian and Muslim American hostages no matter what the un-American Hawaiian born, the lady senator who I'm so glad is running for the Presidency, the hateful man with an orange outfit, or the ugly Afghan refugee are saying. Don't even care what the world are even indicating to you. Let me repeat myself, do not release the damn hostages. The day after my an inauguration as the President of the United States of America, at least the guilty hostages would be another excuse for me to start a peaceful war with you and eighty five millions of your hateful kind. Most likely my Vic President pick the beauty pageant Sarah Palin, and definitely my Secretary of State the bacon wrap machine gun Ted Cruz, are on the same page

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.

Pastor Ed, it was so wonderful to meet you and your team. I was sitting down today to write a thank you note to the Connect Team for your wonderful hospitality and love. I have been telling everyone about the amazing ministry that Gateway has that ministers to the Body of Christ and Churches. We are now discussing ways to implement some of the things that we heard. I spoke with Pastor Aeneas about some the things we can implement quickly, like weekly meeting with key leaders, establishing a pray team for him and his family, and rotating volunteers so that they can get a break. We have a lot to accomplish, and as you know it is sometimes a challenge for The Spirit Church.

Reading was very diffuclt to me. The pronouncing and putting two-three letters together was discouraging. “Th” or “et”, made me feel like I was illiteric.

During the fall of 2016, just as the new school year had started, my mother left for Vietnam. She flew out to Da Lat, Vietnam in mid-October for a business trip and told me she’d be back in two weeks; it had taken her five months to come home on March 13, 2016. Growing up, she had always been there for me, whether it was a choir concert or my First Communion, and experiencing her leaving for just a few months had felt like she was genuinely leaving, abandoning us. But, somehow my grandma, my brother, and I made do during this bleak time to manage ourselves, the house, and the horrific bills that came every single month. It wasn’t easy to do all that and find a way to get ourselves to school; we often had to rely on several relatives on

I was watching a Christian bishop on the television. He preaching about begin pressured, worrying about things, and living in depression. While I was watching the bishop preaching my sister took the television remote and she changed the channel to watch pretty little liars without asking me if she could change it. I was annoyed at her because she was careless. I raised my voice at her, I asked her why did she changed it. I really wanted to hear what the bishop saying, so I told her I’m suffering from this and maybe she watch it for herself. I asked her if she could please put it back. My mom was sitting next to me and she told my sister to put the channel I was watching back on.

I knew this was one of the reasons I was labeled a stuck up bitch. I couldn’t care less. However, the other reason left a bit of sting and almost had me deciding to give in to peer pressure. The most diverse topic yet, sex.

I attended the St. Anne’s Orthodox Church in Corvallis Oregon on Sunday March 18th. Initially I was most surprised by the large open room in the middle, there were few pews (only around the outside) and large extravagant carpets lined the floors. Secondly, and probably most evident to most people, was the walled off area at the front and the icons that coated the side walls. By the time I had arrived the service had just started and I heard singing as soon as I entered the building. To me it seemed weird that even the priest said everything (except the sermon) in the form of a song. I still am not sure why exactly they read scripture and recited creeds in such a way. Another thing that was apparently different was the way communion was served.

Sunday evening, June 30, I finished teaching the curriculum in the Bible school, and then several

I was unable to attend Theology class today (Tuesday, September 6) due to waking up this morning with a very high fever. I went to the doctor's today and do have a doctor's note if necessary.

I have carried the title of “Christian” for as long as I can remember. Still, appropriating the Christian faith for myself did not begin until middle school. As a child, my family moved churches and traditions every few years. My family first attended a Baptist Church, then moved to a United Methodist Church, and finally settled in a non-denominational Pentecostal Church. It was while we were attending this church that I had the most significant experience of my life to date. While I was attending a youth conference, the pastor began giving altar calls for different groups of people. After various altar calls, he eventually gave a call for those who felt called to go into youth ministry. I had never considered such a path before, but something

As I walk through a place that’s completely foreign to me, I notice the place is overly adorned. On my way to the cathedral in St.Paul, I made my regular stop at the salvation army’s homeless shelter. This may have affected the way I viewed the cathedral at the moment. After coming from a place with people that are less fortunate, and walking into a place of worship in which is a multimillion dollar facility. I felt like it wasn’t right to have such an adorned cathedral worth so much next to a place where people are struggling to make ends meet. As I was walking by the many statues, I seen a sign in which they were asking for donations to keep the church in tact. One of the donation was a two-million-dollar donation to fix scratches on the

=For the past year, I have been attending a Lutheran Church back in a town I used to attend college in. As a person, I do not truly identify as Lutheran but, I do enjoy the service. In a Lutheran church the key features of the service is the creeds and the views of certain topics in scripture. The church I attend is Christ Lutheran, when service starts candles are lit, we sing a couple of hymns, the pastor teaches his sermon, we greet each other, we confess, we have the Lord's supper, have a couple of creeds, announcements, and one last hymn. Lutherans are very structured when it comes to service. The Lord's Supper is done every week and as a church we confess our sins through a creed. This past two week, I started attending a different church,

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

Before I get to the main part of this long awaited letter, I think a short explanation is called for as to why it has taken so long. By now I may have come across as upset or angry at you and the monastic community of St Bernard Abbey, this is not so! It has taken a good part of a year to get this far, in fact, I can recall four or five times I was going to set down and write you and the community, however, at the time it seemed I had nothing to say or life changed so suddenly I thought it best to pray and reflect on my current situation.