My World

All The Lights I clench my fist tightly. Twenty-one blinking faces stare me down. I look down at my paper, feeling tears rising from wherever tears come from to the corners of my eyes. I blink them back. “Dormant breathing, constant searching, I am alert…..” I stumble over the last words in my poem, the class courteously claps, and I shuffle to my seat in one sweeping motion. We had been assigned to write a poem on our perception of current events in the world. Writing the poem was fairly easy

The world is one magnificent place and each and every person was put on it to do something and to be something. To find your place in this world is not easy, in fact it is immensely difficult. There are some people who figure out who they are and what they were born to do by the time they graduate highschool, and others who die before they are able to figure this out. There aren’t step-by-step directions that tell you how to live fully and how to make the most out of life. It is an open path that

and Privilege Shape My World It is bothersome the biases, produces, raisicm, sexism, ageism and inequalities that exist currently. I find that my worldview often shifts because of my awareness, values, experiences, revelations, people, and situations. Most recently my worldview has been tainted, as I watched the privilege and powerful maneuver their way throughout the government system. I witness how money and power can buy influential positions. In Anthony’s story his world view was changed by

understood the definition of fear. To be victimised as the villain of the story. To be discriminated as the plague behind all creation’s problems. To be stereotyped as the face of the oppressors. The fear was so overwhelming and overpowering, as if my stomach was rotting away, with whatever dignity that remained of me being eaten by blood-thirsty parasites. I could only pray for the Earth beneath me to crack wide open and swallow me into an eternal abyss- away from this trembling terror. It was the

to do something significant make an impact in the world. Wanting to make an enormous impact on the world, change lives make a difference. As a child, I felt, everything seemed easy, the world was at my disposal that I could achieve and be anything. Unfortunately the reality was not as simple as I imagined. July 5, 1977, my life changed instantly. I was a junior in High School, and pregnant. I lost everything, school, friends, dignity, and even my respect. As a result, I was transferred to a school

reading though the hymn “This Is My Fathers World” and the response reading “Stewards of God’s Creation” one can see elements of both immanence and transcendence within them. Both the hymn and the response reading are proclaiming Psalm 24:1 “The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it”. This scripture falls more in transcendence because it is very clearly separating us from God, he is entirely unlike humanity. He is the creator of the world and everything in it. Where

take in a ray. Since I can remember, I’ve been a mistake. Vinn, my older brother, had been calling me “Lefty Lydia” from the day my parents explained to him why society despised me so much, to now. Get it? Because I’m just not right? Yeah, I didn’t find it very funny either. To make a long story short, this damned world wants nothing more than a bunch of copycats. A ton of personalities put on mute, trying to be “normal” or “perfect”. My father tells me what he remembers from the day everything changed

Willa Cather's My Antonia is one of those novels that stands the length of time and firms its place in Nebraska history as something that should be passed down from generation to generation. The descriptions of the prairie's scenic landscape to the first impressions homesteaders had as they set foot off the train to start a new life are all too omnipresent tales of experience in the Great Plains during the 19th century. This excerpt proudly displays Willa Cather's prose, "As I looked about me I felt

In my world time is like sand falling through a large hourglass. I am stuck at the bottom and all I can see is sand falling through. I do not know how much sand is up there, as I do not know how much time I have left in this world. So with every falling grain I panic and push forward towards what I want to accomplish with my life. Everyone in this world sees the sand falling from their hourglass and panics. They will rush over to their children who don’t yet worry if their sand will run out and hug

their own extraordinary lens that they put on when they view the world and form opinions about various functions of life. Due to this phenomenon, my lens was shaped uniquely and embodies a variety of beliefs that determine my views concerning life’s purpose, humanity, meaning, and truth. Out of all the aspects that contribute to the formation of my worldview, the biggest influence is my relationship with God. I desire to live my life in such a way that people can observe and know Christ through