Q1) How Did You Come To Faith In Christ?. My Earliest Memory

As I started to begin to think of ways to productively spend my spare time besides doing homework, I thought of reading my Bible. Up until this point in my life I never felt the need to read my Bible. As I began reading and reflecting on the reason why this came to mind I came to one conclusion. My conclusion was that this season of my life was happening in order for me to grow closer in my relationship with God through the

Growing up, I could recall the stories of Noah’s ark and Daniel in the lion’s den just as well as most other church-attending kids. I would watch some whimsical vegetables reenact these stories that seemed to exist solely for the purpose of entertainment. I am grateful to my parents for exposing me to these biblical stories through Veggie Tales, Sunday school, books, and the time they spent teaching me themselves. However, there was only so much my parents could offer to help cultivate my beliefs.

Relate your story in first person, describing action and quoting exact words you remember hearing or saying. In the teaching style of Jesus, this is your own parable, case study, and confession. You will remember almost nothing you have read unless you make this critical, personal connection. When reading the book, what video memory began to play in your mind? This is your chance to tell your story and generate new ideas

I was a Follower of Christ and I didn’t even know it. I was the last of three boys to two faithful Christian parents. My parents attended St Paul’s Episcopal Church in Akron, OH. I was baptized and confirmed by the same Bishop. Some of my earliest memories are of me standing in the pews with my parents and stacking the prayer books as if it were my own pulpit and I would pretend to be the priest giving the Sunday sermon. I didn’t know what he was talking about but I always thought that I would be like him one day. I was an acolyte and attended the youth programs regularly with my friends. I completed my studies to earn my God and Country award with the Boy Scouts.

My faith and how I lived in my faith made serves as a lasting example to believers in Christ (Lindslay, 3). In life, I believed that all work that I did was spiritual work for the betterment of the Lord’s kingdom. Whether I was writing, ministering, eating out, or simply talking with friends, all work, all things, all I did was for the advancement of the Lord’s kingdom. For the work of “a Beethoven” or the work of a “charwoman” were all the same in my eyes; for both the workers, their work should be “offered to God” and done “humbly” “as to the Lord” (Eshlemen, 2). Although I struggled with cynicism, this way of living life challenged and brought new meaning to my life (Lindslay, 3). This idea on the life I lived and how I lived the life I was given serves as an example of Colossians 3:17 for Christians who wish to live and long to live in similar fashions (The Holy, 237). This way of living my faith truly required me to be quite public and open with my thoughts and beliefs. My faith was not always outright and public. When I was young, my family was my first spiritual influence (Eshlemen, 5). My faith started when I was young, but was shattered with the death of my mother when I was ten years of age (Lindslay, 1). This tragedy shook who I thought God is. The death of my mother affected me deeply. In fact, in college, I denounced the protestant

Bible also. I became a Christian, and I was baptized at seven years old. My minister at the time, Charles

It was then that the Holy Spirit got involved. James 2 came clearly into my mind. I was mentally asking my marijuana friend to sit at the foot of my priority table, while I had asked the Professor to sit by my side. Mrs. Mental Illness was on the roof in a stretcher, because I hadn’t let her in the

The lessons I’ve received from transitioning through the church as a child, youth, and adult member have taught me a number of lessons; patience, reverence, and empathy are all traits I’ve strengthened, and they have undoubtably helped me through my high school career. Taught how to ask thoughtful questions, I’m unashamed of my curiosity. Our faith is not always one of direct answers— even our most devoted

I arrived on a Wednesday and observed a women’s basketball game hosted in the gymnasium. As I witnessed the game, I thought to myself, “surely God wants me somewhere else,” unfortunately the women’s team was not the best of the colleges that I had visited, but I continued with my experience. After the game Coach Sanders came and sat down with me and asked if I had any thoughts over the game, compassionately I gave him some constructive criticism and he gladly listened while agreeing with most of the ideas that I had. We concluded the conversation then my family and I headed toward Helen, Coach Sanders benevolently bought us a hotel room for the night because he wanted me to be the first recruit ever to have the opportunity to experience the Chapel service that next Thursday

Dean argues that if teenagers don’t have a firm grasp of core Christian principles and instead worship at what she calls “the Church of Benign Whatever-ism” or they don’t worship at all. She claims that it’s because youth pastors and other leaders have” watered down” the message. The first part of the book draws upon extensive research data to diagnose the problem that teens are being taught a brand of Christianity that is shallow at best. Dean lays the responsibility for the emptiness at the feet of Christian parents and churches.

My earliest memories of reading was when my mom sent me to bible school and the teacher would read out a hand book

My faith journey, began when I was born I was basically born and raised to be a Christian going to church every Sunday. To praying every night, to accepting the body a blood a Jesus, to understanding that all the holidays weren’t just for the gifts but it was meant for my savor Jesus Christ.

My first memory of ever being exposed to reading was when i was six years old and my mom started introducing books before bed. She came home one day with a bag full of books and a smile on her face, she had just received some of the books and stories dad would read to her when she was a kid. She told me that she would get tucked into bed and her dad would let her pick a different book every night until there were no new ones to choose from. They would then makeup tales and "write" their own stories that was a fond childhood memory she had and she wanted me to have as well. This tradition is something i really admire and look forward to sharing with my children one day. That is the first memory i have of ever being exposed to reading and i am

In my later teen years, I moved to the United Kingdom and lived with my mother’s brother and his family. My new family was not a church going family and

I always knew about the bible, it would be very hard not to when you live in a Christian household and not to mention my dad being the Senior Pastor at my church. These going through the motions continued into my teen years and being a typical teenager, I start to question why I was doing the things I would do. During all the questions I asked I started to drift away