Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Sacred Heart Church

OTHER: Ms. Shameeka Irving/Catholic Charity Care Coordinator came to the shelter a week ago for her monthly visit. CM along with the client spoke with Ms. Irving and she was also informed of the services client is receiving and on her update immigration appointment to see if the

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

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

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 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 attend Gospel Light Freewill Independent Baptist Church in Thomasville, NC. It’s a relatively small church, with about 50-70 people on a Sunday morning. My grandmother, my aunt, and my uncle attend this church as well. I consider myself to be a child of God and a true “born again” Christian. Being “born again” means that one has accepted God into their heart and has been changed on the inside. I accepted him into my heart on October 9th, 2012. Growing up strictly in an independent Baptist church, I didn’t know that other churches were different, at least not until I visited my boyfriend’s church which is Southern Baptist. My pastor preaches heavily on hell-fire and brimstone. He walks up and down the altar, yelling and jumping. There are

David Beck says, “To minister means to love and care for others. It means to attend to their spiritual needs. Put simply it means to do what the Savior would do if he were here.” It is truly an honor and a privilege to be able to serve in ministry. Being called to serve is not something I take for granted because life is too short and what you do in the time God has given to us is important. I would like to reflect on the ministry assignments I have been given over the past few months and talk about the goals that were completed. I will also look at how the site supervisor assisted me in achieving the goals, the difficult part of the journey, the different plenary sessions and what I learned from this experience.

In addition, going to the baptist church made me realize that no matter what your culture is, humans all want the same things. People want a sense of meaning and purpose, and to feel inspired, hopeful, unconditionally loved, accepted, and uplifted. People want to have an understanding of who they are, and what that entails. When people are feeling scared and insecure about the present and future, they demand explanations for the unknown, or the difficult elements of their life. Furthermore, people need order, structure, and security in their lives by being told what they should think/believe, how they should behave. People also seek a sense of belonging and community. Overall,it doesn’t matter if you’re Jewish, Christian, Caucasian, or African American, at the end of the day, humans generally all want the same thing, but just have different ways of showing it or expressing it.

I grew up in Virginia with lots of close friends, both near me and in the church. We were in a fairly big ward and hung out with many families. There were not many members of LDS church, but it was enough to have good examples and friends with the same standards. Although many of my friends were not LDS, they were supportive and knew what I believed and the way I wanted to live. However, this was all going to change the summer after my freshman year. In the summer of 2013 my family moved to England for my dad’s job. With this came a new ward, new friends, a new school, and a new community. Leaving my friends I had been close to for ten years was hard. When we got to our new ward it was really small, especially the youth. My two sisters and

I spent a year of college trying to be African. Afrobeats vibrated through the walls of Beets-Veenstra’s first floor dorm. My Christian college had an open-door policy. Walking past the ninth door on the left gave visitors an eyeful of my black hips swaying in circles as if an invisible hula-hoop entangled my waist. I had to get the moves I learned at the parties right. The beats were different from the hip hop music I regularly danced to. They were smooth tempos, but faster than reggae and bodies rocked with more control. My roommate complained about the hours I spent dancing in front of the mirror. We were not flat mates the next the year.

Early on a misty Mother’s Day, I attended the Mount Zion Baptist Church’s 7:30 AM worship service to better understand how churches use Gospel music is used. Located in the middle of Seattle’s Capitol Hill, the church is a spacious, multi-story building with distinct African-style architecture, murals, and tapestries. After parking in the parking lot, I entered the building and climbed the stairs to the nave. There, a small, friendly woman greeted me, and I gave her my information, because it was my first time at the church. In the nave were rows of seats. To the right of the stage was the combined choir, accompanied by a pianist and drummer.

For my religious center experience, I chose an Islamic mosque in Altoona, Wisconsin. I chose to visit an Islamic site because I have never been to a mosque before or spoken with a Muslim about their faith. I was fortunate to speak with Sadie, a member of their community, and much of my information comes from our conversation. This experience was similar to other religious visits in the sense that I have been to numerous Christian churches and spoken with other Christians about their faith. Sadie, like others I have previously met, was a wonderful person and was excited to share what she could. Likewise, Sadie was open to answering all of my questions and was clearly proud of her faith without being aggressive or focused on turning the conversation into a debate.

It was the Spring of my 8th grade year, and while most kids in my grade would consider Algebra as something they learned, I got to learn a life lesson about self-control. I was attending a private Christian school that year, and had been there since 4th grade. I had a few close friends, but also made a few enemies. I had a real issue with one student named Ethan and he would consistently get under my skin every chance he had by saying negative comments or making jokes about me. Instead of seeking help from teachers, I would just try to forget about it and move on. But every negative comment and joke they made really did get to me. During middle school I often dealt with anger and insecurity. Eventually all of these comments built up in me

During my time here at St. Paul's, I've made relationships that will last much longer than just my 4 years in the upper school. These relationships that I've made are much more valuable than any award or honor that I've received during my upper school career because it is the memories with these people that will I'll always have. When you have a special relationship with somebody, it will last forever and have meaning to you. Some of these relationships may have started while I was at St. Paul’s, but will continue throughout the rest of my life.

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