Personal Narrative: The Resurrection Of Jesus

Tears poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on.

HI so for some reson I felt the need to share my testimony with you today and I hope that it is because you could grow and help someone with it and if you have the want to share it with someone you have my my permishion to do so.

“Okay sweetie, get some rest, and we will get there soon, just wanted to check on you.” said my Mom.

Writing this Professional Project required some deep soul searching while deepening my spirituality to train the veterans of Tabernacle African Methodist Episcopal Church to become Disciples of Christ. Completing the nine training sessions will be beneficial for the congregation. A selection of a Steering Committee from the various boards within the church will assist me with the effectiveness of the Professional Project. Teaching the veterans about The Fruit of the Spirit will strengthen my spiritual walk with Christ as well. Each branch of the military has military core values and a comparison will be made with each Fruit of the Spirit during the training process. Presentations and workshops on The Fruit of the Spirit will undergird

NYPD Standard Operational Procedure when anyone is transferred: The next day they must report in civilian attire to Health Services Division to take a Drug Screening Test. I was fuming about this involuntary transfer to Internal Affairs in the elevator when it reached the eight floor. Not familiar with Health Services Division, preoccupied by still really being pissed off, I followed a small group into a meeting room with about twenty seats. As I sat down I suddenly noticed these guys didn’t really look like cops. When one of these weird individuals said to me “I ain’t crazy, no matter what they say, I wanna be a cop and I wanna a gun.” I was momentarily confused.

Day of the Dead is a holiday that we celebrate our ancestors that have passed away, I will talk about my mom Jamiela. She has red hair, brown skin and brown eyes, She is funny, sweet, kind and smart.Fortunately my mom did not pass away.

One day back in the ‘80s. I’m at my desk working, and a little girl comes and climbs in my lap. Sweet, curious little girl. She’d asked a million questions about the phone I was answering, then looked at my pictures on my desk. I had pictures of my family in a frame, and in that frame I had a picture of Jesus. She pointed to those pictures, and asked who is that? I said, that’s my family. She said no, who is that man? I pointed to the picture of Jesus, and asked her are you talking about him? She said, “Yes”. I said that’s Jesus. Do you not know who he is, I asked? She answered, “No”. She asked if she could hold the picture. As she held it, she said “he looks like a nice man”.

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

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.

I find religion redundant and superfluous. Inevitably, my parent's Mexican and catholic values have contaminated me. While attending church every Sunday is not on my to-do list, I do believe in miracles. I do not pursue a religion, but miracles are real. I know this because I am one. My predators are not bullies or drugs. Instead, my predator is hardship itself. I’ve shaken the hand of death and prejudice, but I yet haven't shaken the hand of my college professor.

After creating humans God wanted to partner with them to work creating a perfect world. But yet, humanity as a whole rejected this partnership and turned away from God. God then set apart a smaller nation, Israel to form a partnership or a covenant with him. God makes promises to them, in return the Israelites have to live up to God's standards and accept the terms of the covenant. Besides being holy God asks the Israelites to be ambassadors representing God not only through holiness abut by also sharing the true God with the other nations who did not now. There are four main covenants God has made with the Israelites, and each can be found in the first four books or the Torah. He made one with Noah, Abraham, Israel as a whole

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

We get ourseleves to chought up worrying what the world think, that we easiest forget who created us. If we put ours focus on the media too much, we will be come what the world want us to be and self-conscious about what others think, if we are keeping ourselves worrying about what others think then we are really not going to know who we really are as a person. Not saying it easy, when it still hard for me. Because I still struggle with it going to the beach anytime and people asking millions of questions on what happen to my crest, why do you so many scars? The questions would never stop, so it came to the point that I will just swim with an t-shirt on. I try to find way to deal what I have and also been this journey with Jesus to find who

Jesus’ resurrection was the greatest miracle he has planned out and accomplished. We, Christians, must believe that Jesus died and resurrected from the dead for our salvation. Salvation is a term that means the deliverance from sin and its consequences, believed by Christians to be brought about by faith in Christ. During the resurrection, the Jews believed Jesus was there to defend and defeat their enemies. They thought wrong. Jesus needed to sacrifice his own life to save us. Everyone didn’t want him to complete this plan. They thought he was crazy and out of his mind for him to put his life on the line, but Jesus did it anyway. Whenever the Jews told him that he shouldn’t be doing this, or telling him that he shouldn’t go, he told him that it was the devil speaking through them and that they’re not thinking.

My journey with God started in February of 1993, when I went to a ladies’ conference in Columbus, Texas. It was while the speaker was explaining that she knew there were some of us out in the audience, who felt guilty about something they had done in their past, and they did not feel that God could forgive them for it. But then she quoted from God’s word; “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, not principalities, no things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom 8:38-39 NASB) The speaker continued on to say that all we need to do is