Personal Narrative: My Experience With Religion
I love storytime. Since I was a young girl, before I went to sleep every night I would ask my father to tell me a story. I would crawl into my bright pink sheets and my eyes would eagerly peak from underneath them as I waited for my father to take a seat on the side of the bed. There was one condition among my desire for stories. I wanted to hear about the miracles brought forth by God. I was always intrigued to hear of former miracles that proved God’s existence, such as individuals who were healed simply by a prayer or families that survived natural disasters because they had trust in the superior power. My parents, both Polish immigrants, have always been religious and thus they passed their beliefs onto my sibling and I. Religious practices became a part of our developing life. Attending church regularly grew into our weekly routine, praying everyday felt as common as eating dinner. Since religion has played such a large role in my life, I felt as though continuing my academic career in a school without religious aspects would be unfulfilling. When I first received an Olivet bourchier in the mail, the first thing that caught my attention was the small yellow flame with a cross drawn on it. I recognized the symbol quickly and I eagerly began my research on Olivet Nazarene University.
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Together, we believe. Together, we become”. This line itself moved me, it caught my attention and I felt a connection to those words. My church family connects differently than other my other social groups. Taken into consideration, it is obvious that we have grown with respect and comfort. There never seemed to be judgments or an unpleasant atmosphere. I fell in love with all the guidance I received throughout the years in my local church, and I gradually became my true self. Having such a large support group in Olivet would aid me immensely in my upcoming
Together, we believe. Together, we become”. This line itself moved me, it caught my attention and I felt a connection to those words. My church family connects differently than other my other social groups. Taken into consideration, it is obvious that we have grown with respect and comfort. There never seemed to be judgments or an unpleasant atmosphere. I fell in love with all the guidance I received throughout the years in my local church, and I gradually became my true self. Having such a large support group in Olivet would aid me immensely in my upcoming