Personal Narrative: The Lutheran Case

Today was a boring and very uncomfortable day for me. Everyone know my last day here at Grace Christian Center is tomorrow so everyone is telling me that they’re sorry that I’m leaving. I’m not sure if its true or not , but its nice to hear. When I walked through the doors of GCC I went straight back to my seat and started cleaning out my desk. I don’t have much in there but I want to make sure that I leave it in better shape than when I got it. Just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean that I have to leave my work area cluttered. After cleaning up my area I decided that I was going to go downstairs to eat lunch with the rest of the staff member, which was odd because that’s something that I normally run away from. Me and the staff ate

I'm not sure if you remember me right off hand, but last semester I had you for my level twos. My placement was at Valley Lutheran was Mrs. Reinking. I also work at Family Video where I sometimes see you. I am filling out my teaching application for the Fall of 2018. I was wondering if I could put you down as a reference? Hope to hear from you soon.

Walking through the forest, a lone owl hoots at my presence. There are thousands of creatures accompanying me in this dense wood, yet my eyes catch only this owl. The leaves crunch under my feet; the predators and the prey of the forest watch in curiosity as this strange intruder stamps across their land. I know they’re there, somewhere, yet they stay shrouded in their leafy homes. It was in that moment that I found what fascinates me the most: why am I here among these creatures? It wasn’t a feeling of alienation, rather, a lack of understanding for the purpose of our existence.

I came into this school year very stressed and scared, but as I have made it through the year I have been able to learn how to control my stress and fear. I would get scared to ask questions the first couple of weeks, because I didn’t know anyone, but I learned that everyone around me are here to help and I need to remember that.

As Catholic Connections comes to a close, Ruth and I complete our service project during her visit during spring break. She had completed her side of the project earlier in the year, while back in New Jersey, and donated her and her friend’s and family’s clothes to a clothing drive at her church. I was planning to do my project alone as well, but at the beginning of the 2016 year, I was told that she and her family would be coming to visit during Spring Break. When she arrived in Utah, we had to wait until later in the week, when she had more time. When she did, we walked to a Big Brothers Big Sisters of Utah Clothing donation box. With two bags of clothes in hand, we donated the clothing and spoke about how Ruth had volunteered there, when

I attend Lutheran Church of the Good Shepard. My experiences that I have obtained from attending that church have developed my character and gave me so many opportunities. Being part of the church allowed me to see more people from many different walks of life. I also made many friends there that weren't just in my grade. When I look back at the mission trip that I did a few years ago I am very proud of all the stuff that our small group was able to accomplish. I liked being able to help these people and better understand what they were going through. Without church I would not have these amazing experiences and I would not be the person that i was

Oh…I see He was in my class once, for a minute. I lost it, he had just given it to me, last week, and I lost it. My Mom went off on him, said she would sue his ass if he touched me. He never said how much it cost; didn’t go to the mall to get

My biggest takeaway about him was that he was the Chief Prosecutor for a case called "The Einsatzgruppen Case, which is known as the most "biggest murder trial in history". Where he got twenty-two members of the Nazis Party charged with murdering a million innocent people. However, what makes this even more interesting was that this was his first case as a Chief Prosecutor and he was only twenty-seven years old.

Just the other night I was having a conversation with a close friend. As always after the 20 minute catch up chat, about what we are currently into and doing. We dive into a talk about school and then faith and as a clock is guaranteed to change time our conversation shifts into a long discussion about our childhoods. We exchange story after story, laughing, regretting, asking “what if”, and “what would you do”. No matter how long we laugh or ask questions, we always come to the finalized conclusion that our childhoods were crystallized in what has been termed the “christian bubble”. Now for those who are not familiar with the “christian bubble”, it is a commonly practiced form of parenting within Christian homes. Like packing a suitcase for

Growing up in the Western Christian Church, I always thought that God was a He. A large, white, wrathful, powerful man dressed in white, scepter in hand, and ready to zap anyone who committed an evil deed. God was a man to be appeased. And then a shift came—my later adolescent years were ones where I began to view God as a Father. Kindhearted, open, loving. Ready to pick me up and carry me—His precious child—at any time. And then, this Father also became my King. I, His daughter, a princess whose daddy offered both a dwelling place of safety, but also the spectacular experience of the Divine. As my education continued, my horizons expanded, causing me to ask: God, what if you are a she? A mother—the picture of compassion, love, and nurturance—but

“Good day, to his Most Catholic Majesty and other people present here. I nearly was killed by a lightning strike on my way back from university. I prayed to the Virgin Mary to save my life for I will become a monk. The path that I had chosen for myself required commitment, devotion, hours of prayers, fasting, and continual confessions. I quit law school by my own will and against my father’s to join the Augustinian Friars. A trip to Rome with my fellow friars was the cause of me questioning myself about certain Catholic practices. What I saw in Rome disillusioned me. I began to experience my doubts and unpleasant thoughts about the teachings of the Catholic Church as I watched inept, facetious, and cynical clergy perform their duties. I had

=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,

As a man, brought up in a Christian family, surrounded by most Hindu and Buddhist faith friends, I faced various attractions of diverse religious, and cultural practices. Growing up, Nepali Christians were obliged to leave customs and traditions however it was merely social activities in nature not spiritual or religious. One of them is Christian giving up a custom of utilizing red powder when honoring someone in accomplishment. We were restrained entirely by Christian pastors and preacher to involve in such exercises. Every year, when I got honored from school in academic achievement, I entirely complied with an instruction from the church pastor. Later during my school age, I did quite to believe such values as scriptural teaching and began

I believe the Christian traditions I most closely identify with would be the Reformed tradition as this was the denomination I was raised in. My parents were both members of the Reformed Church, but I never joined and looking back at the time when I could have I’m glad I didn’t. I have enjoy being able to explore the different teachings and questions that faith brings up over the last few years without feeling obligated to stand for the Reformed beliefs. This does not mean that I don’t hold those as true though. I never took a Confirmation or Catechism class which taught me doctrine, but when evaluating the main stances, the Reformed tradition holds I agree with them, to an extent. Human depravity, God’s sovereignty, and salvation by grace

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.