Personal Narrative: Pursuing A Christian Biblical Career

My Christian liberal arts education is a major factor in establishing my current vocation. As a junior at Wheaton College, my current vocation is to be a student. I feel called to give my best effort at everything I do, and every assignment I work on. In reading C.S. Lewis’s essay on “Learning During War Time”, I was encouraged by his explanation of how the pursuit of knowledge, and my vocation of being a student, are worthwhile and valuable, no matter the circumstances surrounding us (Lewis, p.43-45). Going to a Christian liberal arts school definitely influences my current vocation. By learning about many subjects by taking a well-rounded course schedule of classes, I can learn to appreciate a variety of subjects and understand more about

Not realizing I've fallen into a deep paralyzing sleep until the next morning. Sliding out of the foot of the bed with the inability to stop. This vision stuck with me. Talking with a church member, Jeff Hanson, a lean guy jolly with dark circles under his eyes, and nonjudgmental Christian, a friend of my parents.

Life. My life rests in the glory of Your son. As it sets behind the distant trees across the lake, You spill Your love over me in the brilliance of the sunset. Reds, pinks, blues, oranges, and purples blend to create a sight beyond my human imagination. Streaks of color illuminate the sky above me and reflect in the lake's still waters. A rugged cross stands with such strength in front of the sunset in remembrance of the One who died to grant us such beauties. Here is where I fell in love with life. Here is where I fell in love with You.

Sure Pastor. I love the idea of a church wide time for revival. The back the school bash is that same week. Would it be possible to use one of those nights for the bash and the other two nights for the revival? This will minimize cost and effort. Also, Can I let the committee ( Bridgette, Natalie, Delphine, Nette, and Savanah) know to reschedule the groups that are coming to August?

Take the first step in faith. You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step. -Martin Luther King, Jr. This quote appeals to the journey that I believe that I am beginning on to develop what’s next for me as I leave Wiley College. This Field experience has helped me to begin got map out where I want to work after I’ve met all requirements for my undergraduate degree. I had the opportunity to volunteer in the office of the Chaplain of Wiley College. The experience of ministry is something I believe you have to be equipped for while working as a campus pastor to students on a college campus.

I must confess that I am not a map person. I find them overwhelming, confusing, and at times even boring. However, as we have mapped our way through the biblical narrative I have become more of a map person. I have been shown the light and now appreciate the intersection between a people’s way of life and their physical environment. In particular, through studying the lands of the Bible I have developed a respect for geography’s power to direct and ground us, to establish and sanctify us, to tell us who and what we are in terms of where we are as well where we are not. More to the point, I have wrestled with the underlying question of this class: How does place matter? And how does it matter for the biblical narrative? I would like to propose that places and regions hold significance to the story in terms of attachment, their bounding and containing, environmental transformation, and motion, which all impact group and personal identities. This is seen very profoundly in history of the fathers of faith and the Hebrew people as a whole.

Since I was born I was raised in the United Methodist church. I was baptized before I could walk and I attended church every Sunday. Looking back, I can not think of a time where I was not acutely aware of the Holy Spirit's presence within my life. The primary thing that has probably held me back was me taking this for granted. My primary source of growth for this time was that I nurtured a good prayer life and had many excellent spiritual mentors over the years. I grew up in a Christian household and worked part time at camp Loucon since I was 16. I have had my share of doubts and struggles in this time, the primary one being my father having a stroke. This tested my faith greatly, as he is still alive, but I have to watch him struggle to

Ever since I was a young girl, I fell as a victim to cyberbullying and hate. It got to the point where someone made a Facebook page labeled as “I hate Sammi Zhao!!!”, which a majority of my friends and fellow peers marked as “Like”. This occurrence, let down and backstabbing of my friends, led me to suicidal thoughts and depression. I was accustomed to the mindset that every person I met would end up leaving me as time passed by. However, I was fortunate enough to find hope in Christianity, the religion that greatly benefited my journey of overcoming my struggle.

I came to Christ at the young age of four. My parents were Christians and were actively involved in the church. Most of my only memories from when I was between the ages of three and ten were going to church, VBS, and house church. I loved going to those events and having fun and learning about Jesus. The things I learned at church and from others had a major impact on my entire childhood and built me into the person I am now. I was as die hard of a Christian as a child could be. I knew Jesus, I loved Him, and all I can remember was wanting to learn more about Him.

“Are you convinced that allowing God to drive is best? If so, I challenge you to let God

Growing up, my parents never talked about God, or church, or Christianity. I did not know who God was, nor did I know anything about Christianity. I did know, that all of my friends believed in this so called ‘God” and would go to church every Sunday, and identified themselves as Christian. I did not know what any of this meant, but at first I acted like I did, so that I wouldn’t be seen as different.

As two days ago, I join new office in kunduz one of my neighbors suddenly has seen me in office around and last evening he spread this in area that I am working with Christian people and this guy relatives have link with Taliban and others Group so I see my life in danger in future as regular office attendance ,

Throughout the beginning of my entire adolescent life, I was forced, by my parents, to wake up and attend church every Sunday. I never really understood why I had to wake up every single Sunday and forfeit the day to Christ. When I transitioned from grade school to high school, I wasn’t forced to go to church anymore, and my relationship with god got weakened. At that time, I didn’t really know what to believe. All that changed about six months ago, when I was about halfway through my senior year. I had a few friends who really liked to challenge Christianity from a scientific standpoint, and at that time god gave me his first mission. On my way home from visiting with my friends, I wept the entire ride home, begging for god to help me in the situation.In that car I felt god’s presence, and instantly knew that he wanted me to try and convert my two friends.

It all happened when I was about 3 years old, my dad had left. I was to young to understand. Purchasing things like diapers were an issue. Becoming a Christian became a big deal in my life. I realized things that were more important. When I began to become a little older and start school I just didn’t even think about it until I contacted him…When I was about 3 years old, my dad had left. I couldn’t understand those things because I was way too young! Growing up was a huge impact, It hit me like a car. I had to deal with it because honestly I knew something was going on and finally realized that he wasn’t ever going to come back. I took it very seriously to the point..Where I would cry myself asleep. Soon it wasn’t a big deal because I just

On a hot, humid day, my church group and I were doing a daily meeting which consisted of games, reading, laughing, and singing. Everything was normal, until the youth pastor, Blanca, went outside for a long period of time. It was about 20 minutes later that she came in with 3 new kids. I looked at them, one boy and two girls, the boy with the brown short hair and laid back clothes and the two girls that could easily be twins with their soft brown hair and too in laid back clothes. I could tell they were nervous, all three of them were folding their hands in front of them while swaying. I kept thinking that I should talk to them, but I was scared that they would not like me or would think that I was weird. So I kept my mouth shut and just payed