People At My Old Church example essay topic

Gifts One of the greatest gifts that I ever received was an angel pin from my grandmother. It was the Christmas of 1993 when she gave it to me, twelve months after my aunt had died. To me, the pin represented my aunt watching over me and my family. I have always thought of her as an angel because of her angelic voice.

My grandmother died seven months after that Christmas, and then the pin meant even more to me. Now I felt as if I had two angels watching over me. During my ninth grade year, I put the pin on my Fremont cheerleading jacket. Sadly, during the middle of the year, I lost the pin. I was very angry at myself for losing the pin. Every time I looked at it, it was a reminder of my aunt and grandmother.

I almost felt as if I lost them all over again. This year for Christmas, I received a gift-certificate from my other grandmother to the Bible Book Center. With the gift certificate, I bought a new Bible. It has detailed maps, and other inspirational sayings in it.

I got to pick out the best one for my needs as a Christian. I name is in scripted on it along with a little dove. I liked this gift because my grandmother was giving me the opportunity to grow spiritually and to know Christ better. Non-Conformity When I was a little girl, my parents would take me to church every Sunday in my prettiest little lacey dresses. I have been a member of the First United Methodist Church for over sixteen years. My mother has been a member of the same church for over forty years, and my grandmother for even longer.

I started to want to go to church and learn about God when I was about twelve years old. I had really grown up around the people of my church and they had become a second family. For many years, I would walk into the same Sunday School classroom and see the bright smiling face of Jennifer, Angie, David, James, Elsa, Gretchen, Ryan, Jay, and Amy. We were a small group, but we had fun. As our little group got older, many people dropped out. One became a drug addict and dropped out of school.

Nice. Our group was led by the mother of two of the students. James, the son, would constantly make fun of his mother. It seemed as if our group only talked about service projects, which need to be done and are great, but never God. I really wanted to grow spiritually and know more about God.

I was not receiving that knowledge at that church. I met some really great people last year who went to Redeemers. I was invited to one of their youth group meetings, and I was amazed that thirty high-school kids were there. We talked in-depth about Jesus and chapters of the Bible.

I really enjoyed it. I talked to my parents about switching churches. They knew that Redeemers was right for me, but at the same time, they wanted me to stay with my old church. I tried to do both for a while, but my old church kept wanting me to commit myself to them.

I found myself wanting to be a part of Redeemers and commit myself to them. My parents now fully understand, even though some people at my old church do not understand. I was a non-conformist by going to a new church, after attending First United Methodist Church for more that sixty-five years as a family. A mistake I would never repeat When I was in fifth grade, now that I look back on it, I would have to say that I was probably a bad kid. My parents didnt realize, or my teachers. My friends and I thought that it was really cool to swear and say bad words.

This shows you how much television and other types of media can influence kids. We would go around the playground and say bad things. I am surprised now that none of the teachers ever heard what we were saying. Sometimes, my friends and I would pass notes back and forth in class.

They contained some naughty words. I really dont think that we realized how awful we were. One day on the playground, my friend had some of the notes in her pockets. They fell out, and a teacher saw them, picked them up and read them. Naturally, we were called down to the principals office. He was quite angry and I had to write any apology letter to my teacher.

My parents and other parents were there to scold us. To this day, I have always felt guilty about that. I wonder why I was so stupid to say things like that or to even write them down. I dont like telling people that story, and when I do, they are surprised that I, Elizabeth Nelson, have been to the principals office. I remember how angry my parents were, and I never want them to be like that again. I think that they were very concerned for me.

Well, I definetly dont do things like that any more, but that is one thing that I totally regret. So, if I ever run for public office, Mrs. Spicer, you can easily blackmail me! Literary Journal by Liz Nelson January 9, 1997.