What Is My Experience In America

At church, in addition to my participation in the worship services, I volunteered at our church’s soup kitchen, medical camps and elementary school for underprivileged children. These experiences opened my eyes to the deprivation of love and care in the world and a dire need of God’s grace for people at large so they could receive forgiveness, healing and restoration in their lives.

America is a wonderful place to live, because we are free. Freedom is important, and many people in other countries do not have much freedom. I am glad I have a place like this to grow up in; where I know that I can be equal with other races and other genders. Also, I am glad I have a place like this that will respect me and I know it will be a great place to have my children grow up in.

It can be very challenging to move away from the country you grew up in. Recalling all those moments of laughter, excitement, and adventure can only make one more and more depressed. I was born in Port-Au -Prince, which is the capital of Haiti and raised in Gonaives. I spend most of my early childhood in Haiti. I only knew my native language, food, music, and history. I was only familiar with my native holidays and celebration. Therefore, the day my mother came to me and told me I had been awarded my resident card, and we had to move to America. My life changed forever.

I have been taught to work for what I get. My life has been a big road of that so far, having its ups and downs. My whole life I have had to deal with immigration, racism, or my parents not being able to help me when it comes to school purposes. But this has helped me in many ways. It has pushed me, and made me trust in myself. But of all honesty, it has not been so bad, because my parents had took it all for me. And other than that, I have had no problems. If I do, I will ask for help. I feel like I am living a great life. My American experience has been run by motivation, trust, and hard work.

As the only white individual entering the church on Sunday I felt extremely out of place and very uncomfortable, at first. Upon entering the church, before I could even find a place to sit, the pastor came to welcome me and showed me a place to sit for the service. The pastor was very kind and so welcoming that my nervousness and worry started to vanish. Once I was seated and more people entered the church, I was treated as if I had always been there and was part of the group. Although I was the minority at the service I did feel very comfortable with my surroundings and with the people in attendance. The whole experience was very interesting and broadened my perspective on the African American culture.

It is a very well known church that is in Indiana that I’ve never been to before. When I first walked in everyone was so welcoming and friendly. It is a Baptist church with a lot of people in it. During the service the pastor asked if there were any visitors and he asked us to stand. All the members clapped and smiled and the people around me shook my hand and were very kind. The church was very nice before going into the sanctuary there were paintings all over and going in you could tell they were technically savvy. Because it’s a big church, they have big screens so people way in the back can see. They even have a tech station where they do mic checks and they project stuff on to the screens. It was a very nice church and service and I would like to

C. My presence at the event was normal. No one looked at me differently because I am hispanic. I felt a part of the event because everyone was helping one another. Whenever I received help I knew they were doing it in a good way and without making anyone feel uncomfortable. I absolutely felt accepted. I did feel accepted and welcomed to the event. Their treatment made me feel comfortable and able to ask for help. They seem very approachable from the moment we walked into the room. I feel that since the host appeared approachable I could ask them questions and not feel uncomfortable making a mistake and asking for assistance.

As ridiculous as it may sound as a white male my services are rather well dull and boring so the service I attended was an African American service. Needless to say they are rather vibrant and exuberant. I have a rather long beard but dressed for the occasion with a suit and slicked my hair back to look as professional as possible. Upon walking in I was of course asked why I was there I simply told them that I was wanting to try a different church and I had come across their church. I was informed to sit anywhere I like so I just sat towards the back in the corner as to not draw to much attention to myself and simply take in all the things that they do.

I jumped at the opportunity to complete the extra credit assignment because of the topic. I have always wanted to attend an African American Baptist Church. I was raised Catholic in a predominantly white community and for the chance to experience something different was appealing. I’ve seen the stereotypes in movies and on TV about what an African American Baptist church looks like but I wanted to experience it myself. I wasn’t sure on what to expect but kept an open mind about the situation.

I wanted my montage to portray the struggle I have with accumulating to American society but instead of it showing things that I feel make up the American or Cameroonian culture, I chose to pick the major things that I have taken from both Cultures. These things shape who I am and the way I perceive things. The background I wanted to represent my mind and what goes on when I think. The electrical sparks represent electrodes that control the thought process. In the top middle I have praying hands because no matter where I go my Christian religion is always a present factor. I have had religion imposed upon me by my family and environment so much that it is just ingrained in me, I believe now that I cannot accomplish anything without Jesus, he

The way the church members greeted me made me feel so comfortable I felt like I already knew them. Choir members had smiles on their face, gave out hugs, and told me stay afterwards for a gift. About ten minutes after greeting all the visitors, Pastor Kay walked in and began to give us the word of God. He told us to turn our Bible to (Phillipians 2:15) which states: “Ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world.”. Pastor Kay looked at everyone with a

Firstly, I realized that there were different races most likely in church at Trinity. From as far back as I can remember, my church was never that diverse. One time when I was about seven or eight years old, we were invited to Trinity’s church here in Cookeville. I did not think anything about it until we arrived there. It was the one time I had ever felt like I was the minority. At first I was kind of nervous because I did not know what they would think of me, being a little white girl. Would they think that I was different and not like me? Would they say that we did not belong? After just a brief moment of arriving, I had my answer. They were the most loving people in the whole world. As soon as we sat down in that church, they came up and hugged us and shook hands with us, welcoming us to their church. They were all smiling and singing praises to God as

I chose to learn more about the Korean Baptist culture for my multicultural event. I attended a Sunday morning worship service at the MS Korean Baptist Church located at 337 Forrest Avenue in Biloxi, Mississippi. The billboard sign for the church listed the serve time at 11 o’clock, but people began praising once they entered the door. I felt nervous before the service began because I was the only African-American female in the church with three children, but everyone made us feel right at home. From observing the congregation, I noticed that the church was packed and the female ratio was much higher than the male. When my family first walked into the church, all the Koreans began to bow.

Although today I am proud to be an American citizen, I am originally a foreign student from Argentina who transferred to the United States to further my education. If you were born here and educated here, starting college in America can be hard enough so you can only imagine the obstacles and challenges that I had to face and overcome daily. As a student with the minimal of English speaking skills I found it very hard to keep up with other students and had to work and study twice as hard just to keep up to say the least. The pain and experience of such a struggle for the most part went unnoticed by fellow students who could have assisted me and even more alarming by teachers and professors who didn’t have the time or empathy to help a struggling

In my second field experience, I’d decided to go to a Baptist church. However, I did not come from a religious background. Although I am not completely in the dark when it comes to religion I have learn about different religion through friends and books. Therefore, I thought this would be a great opportunity to finally experience a service and put my ignorance aside. Meaning the assumption and expectation I had of church service. Furthermore, it provided me the opportunity to challenge myself and my own biases I have towards going to church. Once I went to church I was surprise to see so many black people, for the first time since I moved too Greensburg, I was actual able to see a room overflowing with individual who looked just like me, my first emotion was excitement and enjoy. Some of my expectation, was something I have learned from my mother. My mother always told me that “black people churches last longer”, with this in mind I was prepare to be there for a long time. However, to my surprise it did not last as long as I’d expected it to. My overall experience, was warming, peaceful and positive.