Personal Narrative: Why I Believe In A Certain Religion?

Although we did not regularly attend church, I was introduced to the Christian faith as a child and hold those values. I was raised by my grandparents as my father left my mother before I was born and life’s

I grew up in a Hispanic Catholic household. In my younger years my family attended a Catholic church every Sunday, and my sister and I also went to Sunday school right before the service started. As a child, I didn't really think about church and the idea of religion because I mostly just followed the beliefs of the adults around me. To me, church and Sunday school were just things that my parents required me to go to. My older sister on the other hand, did not really appreciate the idea of church and Christianity and I really did not understand why she didn't want to go to church or just listen to my parents. Over time I learned that she considered herself an atheist and she had always questioned religion and most importantly Christianity. About the same time, my family stopped attending church and we disconnected ourselves from religion. I was still use to my mother praying during meals and speaking about God but we never took the time

The results from my summary reveal that my number one personal value is religious. I was not surprised by the outcome at all because I am very much into my religion. I love to have my own time when I can sit back and read my bible in peace and reflect back over what I just read. Leaning on the Bible gives me a sense of peace, and it reassures me that I can face and overcome any obstacles.

Culture is a word we use often, but we do not knowing the full meaning of it and we usually use it interchangeably with race. Culture is a group of people living together for a long time with certain values of life and behavior to be passed on to further generations. I identify myself as an Indian American, and as a follower of Hinduism. Following Hinduism, understanding my place on the socio-economic scale, and understating the impact of my family made me fully understand the impact this had on my religion and behaviors.

I was born into a family where my moms side was mormen and my dads side didnt really have any beliefs that i am aware of. as a kid i loved going to church and learning about god but my mom didnt like going so we stoped and at about the age of 3 my parents got devorced i acully remeber telling my dad one day that i could walk to into my moms house by myself because i didnt want them to fight any more. after that i whent to church periodiculay with a friend and my grandma then at about the age of 8 or 9 my mom and i moved here and found the ward we are in now so i went but i didnt really like it so we didnt go all that offten. that summer i whent up to a camp called royal rigges retreat it was a christen

In recent days I had the opportunity to go back to North Carolina for a few short days. There, with a heavy heart from a loss in the family, I had nothing else to look towards. I’ve always heard of individuals finding peace, faith, blessings, and love of Christ from attending church. I’ve never been a person who put their faith into a higher power. As I was growing up my parents never wanted to force me into any religion without me knowing everything about it and choosing which route to take on my own. As the years treaded on, I never bothered myself to learn about the many different religions and what each stands for. So I used this opportunity as mine to attend church for the very first time. I attended the Roman Catholic services held

They practiced practical Christianity and help all night bible studies that I was required to go to every month. These people practiced dress reform, veganism and abstain from wordly entertainment. Being in that environment, surrounded by those people, I was protected. Nothing from the out side could get to me. I wasn’t allowed to use the internet freely, we had daily family worships where everyone had to learn a new verse everyday and we changed our diet and style of dress. I thought that I believed it. I thought that I was in it for the long haul. However, when I graduated High School (homeschooled 10th-12th) and went to Southern, I was exposed to everything and basically stopped doing everything that I was doing at home. I realized that I did all those things because my parents didn’t give me a choice and it was tradition. My parents we’re having a real and thriving relationship with Jesus while I was just following them. I was full of biblical information, I knew verses and theories and spirit of prophecy passages but I still don’t know God. I know that God will take care of us and that he guides us and I know all these promises but I don’t have any real

I am an atheist, but it wasn't always that way. My entire life there was a constant pressure on me to accept that there was a supreme being that created all. Even at a young age I couldn’t bring myself to fully believe this. I continued grasping for straws because, just like every other religious person, I was scared of the “consequences” that would come with not believing. My Non-Denominational Christian Church promoted telling this to everyone, even children.

I know now that it’s not what I think. And that’s not bad. It took me a long time to discuss this with my parents. Although, after doing it, I found out they aren’t near as religious as my child-brain saw them as. They were both accepting, simply wanting me to do what I wanted.

As a child I was forced into a religion I knew absolutely nothing about. My mother woke me up early every Sunday and got me ready for mass. I hated it. I didn’t comprehend why I was being forced to attend and listen to some stranger talk for hours, about something I did not understand. This continued for a couple years until I was around 8 years old and my family became inactive. Although we became inactive, our faith still lingered and we continued to pray every night, and not leave our homes without a blessing. A couple years later I felt as if something was calling me to attend the church. I started

Starting my life off, things were great, I was the youngest of three boys; Alex is my oldest brother who is currently 24, my second oldest brother is 20. In addition to my two brothers I have both supportive and caring parents. My family and I practice Methodist, which started shortly after I was born with me being baptized while surrounded by my; aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, two brothers, and both my mom and dad. After being baptized as a family we would occasionally go to church but sadly as time pasted we when went less and less till we stopped shortly before we moved to Florida. The summer before we moved to Florida I was in the fourth grade and became good friends with a girl named Kristen and her family was heavily religious. Kristen and I started to hang out more and more one day she invited me to go to one of her churches services and I really enjoyed it, afterwards they had a youth group where they had a bonding activity. Kristen and I went to church a few more times before I left in late July to move to Jacksonville.

I grew up with divorced parents and that was hard to begin with. As they both raised me kind of differently, my parents both have a different way of bringing up their children with faith in God. My father believes in God but he’s not the type of person to go to church then be a hypocrite about people that don’t go to church because he knows he’s not a devoted christian either. He knows you have to build a relationship with him through your faith and not just sitting in a classroom pretending you know everything about God. Then there’s my mom who has more of a traditional Catholic upbringing and believes that I won’t have a relationship with God if I do not get my confirmation before I graduate high school. That’s where my mother and I differ

During elementary school I decided I wanted to move in with my father who did attend church religiously every Sunday morning. Catholic mass was awful and difficult to understand. My father put my brothers and I through communion and made us participate in church bible study to further understand the religion. As I got older my views on Catholicism had gotten worse, I started hating going to church. When the nuns called my age group to have children’s church my father forced me to go, they took us to a room that had no windows and was always cold. The nuns made us read the old testament in the King James Bible version and I always had a hard time reading and understanding it because of the way it was written. This experience made me hate and

Religion plays an important role in my life. I identify as catholic, but there are some thing that me and my family don’t follow. We don't go to church often and when we do it's only for important events. This is because we’ve had bad experiences with

My mom once told me when I was young and ignorant, “Faith is the foundation of a beautiful friendship with the one person who will always remain by your side”. These words were expressed even more profoundly every Sunday in the echoing corridors of a small church by a priest I had yet to know or even care about. Preaching with his perplexing words in which I could only muster barely a fourth of my full attention span listening to. Thus, the term faith did not exactly resonate with me until many years later. My early years were filled with the teachings of the bible in Sunday school and later on as well in middle school during Friday night sessions. Unfortunately, my mom was an extremely strong enforcer of our faith for she was also raised Catholic from birth, but my dad on the other hand has a more scientific approach to how the world came to be. The years I spent in Sunday school blurred into an everlasting line of bleak nothingness just a ticking clock waiting till an end. Even today I do not remember anything that occurred within those taxing sixty minuets of constant bible studies it’s as though I lost the key to the inner workings of my childhood. Nonetheless, there have always been unbelievably great role models in my faith such as my mom, youth ministers, and friends who encourage me to be open to my faith. However, it’s always been my own restrictions that prevent me from furthering my relationship with God. So when my sister suffered her first severe