Celina Mae Medina Formal Theme no. 2 9-Neon October 16, 2012 Curiosity of a Child, Mind of a Yoda Objective: To write about a descriptive essay about a chance encounter with a “higher being” using prepositional phrases, adjective and adverb clauses. According to my birth certificate, I am a roman catholic. As a child I was taught how to pray and go to church every Sunday with my family. Whenever I question my parents or my grandparents why should I go to church, they would say that I should give thanks to our blessings as well as pray for those who are in need and less fortunate.
In Lewes, my family would attend Bethel United Methodist Church almost every Sunday. My parents didn’t have a deep connection to the church, but they felt that going to church would be good for the family. Therefore, they would push my sister and I to wake up early on most Sunday’s and bribe us with an IHOP breakfast afterwards. It was always a struggle to wake up so early and to sit for two hours still and quiet. That might be a reason that I still dread going to church today.
You could walk into any public school room and see teachers leading prayer and reading from the Bible. We go to restaurants to eat, and we are allowed to pray and give thanks for the meal that we have seen served. We don’t necessarily have to pray out loud, hold hands or even bow our heads, or even close our eyes. I can understand why reading the Bible over an intercom system in the school may be unconstitutional, and may not be accepted, but why can’t teachers be allowed to start a class with a brief prayer asking for the strength and patients to conduct their class to the best of their ability, and being successful in doing so? I also understand that school administrators and teachers are not allowed to solicit or encourage the religious activity in the classroom, but they aren’t allowed to be prohibited the activity either.
There she was apart of a family of eight children roman catholic, with one that had died during child birth. Upon the age of 19 she moved to her sisters home in the bottoms of Arcata following in a sort of chain migration, resulting in her residence along with two sisters and brother in Humboldt county. His father was born in Arcata the same day as his faternal twin Jim into a family of bilateral descent. He lived here with his parents, brother and two sisters, never leaving the area. Paul resides within his nuclear family's household, while attending school at HSU.
Very religious people that are my friends have told me they are forced to go to church every Sunday which they don’t want to. I think that’s wrong, I want people to believe in what religion they want. Parent might tell them no, you have to come every Sunday or else your grounded. Also to make choices. Like Joseph storm made a choice to believe in what he wanted to believe in.
Takes place five years before Father Flynn has made St Nicholas as his home, and before he became priest at this church. Sister Mary is meeting with father Flynn at his old parish in St James private school/church. Father Flynn has been acting quite strangely for the couple of weeks before the holiday and Sister Mary has been looking over the ordeal. Father Flynn has entered the school after 2 long weeks of holiday. The children are preparing for class and the Staff is also getting ready.
Mondays from 7:00 pm to 8:15 pm, the First Parish Church located in Harvard Sq., arranges an open discussion for AA meetings. My cousin Randa and I attended this meeting on a Monday, the 20th of October. When we first arrived tot to the church, I already could tell this meeting will be a majority of older men and very few women, which turned out to be true. There were men in their middle ages largely, and a few younger men in their late 20’s and early 30’s. There were at least five women that had attended, one seemed from her late 20’s and the rest in their late 30’s, early 40’s.
I constantly challenge what the church say’s because of all the rules it implements. If Jesus loves me for me, why can’t I break the rules a bit? Now when I go to my mother’s church, it is a completely different environment. In her church they give the same sermons but they add music, there is no dress code and mass is only an hour long. I feel that her church is more reasonable, liberal and closer to what the religion wants from the
Going to church as a family was not a choice, growing up, but a weekly mandate. I enjoyed going to church, I enjoyed the songs that we say, and the verses that were read, but it wasn’t really my choice to go. It wasn’t until I left for the Marines that I had to make the conscious effort to attend church. I remember waking up and in my sleepy daze almost see the angel and the devil on my shoulders arguing about whether I needed sleep or church more. For the longest time, sleep won out.
My Catholic Church Experience I had the opportunity to attend a Catholic Church service with my family when I went to visit with them in New York. I am not a religious person and have not attended a church in some time, besides going to weddings. The catholic churches in New York are large outside and inside, the people enjoy being at church, and these churches are also very beautiful on the inside. I went to New York to visit with my aunt and she is a very religious person, attending church at least once a week. She asked if I would like to attend church with her and I took it as an opportunity to experience something that I would not normally do and I went with her.