Give examples of how the practice of ministry has affected your experience and understanding of A) God At the core of my understanding of God is a God of love in covenantal relationship with God’s children. Romans 8:38-39 says it well; “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” The practice of ministry has only proven to strengthen that belief. I was called early Saturday morning to sit with a family who had just learned of the death of their daughter/granddaughter in a vehicle accident.…
My family migrated to the United States in 1998, and decided to settle down in Little Italy Downtown. Growing up in this neighborhood I have witness new renovations taking place and people moving in and out. Reflecting back to my childhood I remember Little Italy as a small neighborhood with a small population , but over the years the number of young educated adults has moving in has increased drastically. Today Little Italy is made up mostly of restaurants, shops,art galleries, and residential units. Furthermore, this neighborhood can be describe as a very energetic neighborhood, each month Little Italy hosted several events such as festivals, the art walk show,and a weekly farmers market.…
In August of 2011, I received a phone call I would have never imagined. My dad had been in a serious accident while working at Broome High School in Spartanburg, South Carolina. While working thirty feet off of the ground, out of a bucket truck, a hydraulic line erupted and ignited. The flames encircled he and the basket. To get away from the fire, he jumped out of the basket, and caught on to the bottom of the bucket at the last minute.…
This year I started high school, which was scary at first. Because Bayshore splits a lot of my friends went to south. I had to make new friends, figure out how to get to my classes, and have a lot more schoolwork. I was so worried about going to school I wasn't as focused on my school work. My mom saw that this was hard for me and sat me down.…
SunnyDale, That‘s where I grew up. It was the place where if you lived there people expected nothing good to come out of you. Around the age of 6 my mother moved us to South San Francisco due to the violence that occurred, but that didn’t change the labels. People would always comment about my family living in SunnyDale how my uncle sold dope, my aunt always throwing the wildest parties. I didn’t want to be seen as some kid who’s from the “Ghetto” growing up to become nothing in life.…
About an hour later Henry awoke to realise he was inches away from a cliffside. The cliffside over Redcar Beach. Henry was sobered up and began to remember his experience in the pub. Then he remembered Sylvester sitting there listening, playing dumb. Henry was angry but became overwhelmed with fear of what his was doing on a cliff in a moonless night.…
Growing up in Southern California we spent most of our summers at Lake Havasu and Parker. For as long as I can remember, getting to spend my summers on the lake with my close friends and family was what got me through the school year, knowing that for a full month I would have no cares in the world except for what adventures lay ahead of us. As the school year came to an end, all we could think about was getting to the lake to start our last summer together before we all ventured off in separate directions. Starting to pack and load up the RV was all I could think about for days, seeing as this was the last summer we would all spend together.…
I lay in bed next to my boyfriend, as I did every night and every morning, in a sound sleep. I had no knowledge of the plotting and planning that was taking place right on the other side of my front door. I heard a loud and unfamiliar male voice in the distance. I thought it was a dream until this loud and unfamiliar male voice got louder. Out of habit, the first thing I did was look to my left at the clock on the nightstand, it read 6:42 a.m.…
Its kind of hard to imagine a place pure and free of teenage issues and dramas. I never thought I would be able to escape my problems in the real world. I never thought I would be able to let go. But know as I sit on this rock, staring at the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen, feeling the wind blow my hair back, and smelling the wonderful scent of nature, I know I've escaped. I have finally found a place where I can let go of all my worries and all my stress.…
The morning of Saturday November 1st, 2014, I woke up to three hundred text messages and twitter notifications all notifying me that my friend, Dominik Pettey, was killed in a car crash by a drunk driver the previous night. No pain had ever felt so significant, it was crippling, but then instead of pain, I was numbed by the inability to grasp that my friend someone who I just had seen the night before, was gone. I ran the words “Dom is dead” through my head on a loop but could not bring myself to accept it. That week, although I was still here, facing such a tragedy, everything on earth seemed so insignificant, going to class, homework, midterms, everything. I woke up every morning wishing it was just in a bad dream and that noise would never cease because that is when it hit me the most, silence, when I didn't hear Dom’s infectious laugh or when he wasn't telling me that, “I am Kiera Wainer and deserve the best God can give”, which he used to say anytime I was upset, the first time he said those words was the second worst day of my entire life, it was the day my dad left for his new family.…
Throughout my life going to the beach has been one of my favorite things to do. The feeling of walking on the warm grainy sand and having it brush between my toes always excites me with the feeling of gratification. Every time I would go to the beach I would hear the wailing seagulls hovering over the sand, and the glistening ocean. It always fascinated me to see people take a beautiful day to spend it at the beach. No matter what your age is the beach was always a place to relax and have fun with family and friends.…
My father, Bob Kron, is one of the most insightful, caring, not to mention back breaking hilarious people that I know. I look up to him tremendously and I know that everything he does, he does for a reason. When the opportunity arose to write a paper for my lifespan psychology class, I knew that my dad would love to share his thoughts, views, and wisdom with me. He enlightened me with information ranging from his childhood to his hopes for the future.…
My sister and I were spending summer of 2007 with my mom and her husband in San Antonio, Texas. It was an early and beautiful Tuesday morning in San Antonio. I woke up with an overwhelming need to talk to my dad that was back home in Dallas, Texas. I called and called and there was no answer, which was very odd since he had been working since 6am. After what seemed like the millionth time trying to reach him somebody picked up the phone.…
Eridan Ampora biked over the streets of Marina Beach, next to the steady flow of cars. It was early dawn, and the sunrise was a vibrant orange and red color. It reflected off of the large violet aquamarine on his bracelet. The sea breeze blew his hair back, and ruffled his light coat. Eridan couldn’t help but smile, as the daily commute to school was his favorite part of the day.…
The event that took on the evening of November 20th, 2014, it was so horrific and strange that nobody would think that this would ever happen to them. Imagine that you are driving carefully and by following all rules and regulations of traffic, but from nowhere, a car crosses the intersection in front of you and smashes into your car perpendicularly bumper to bumper. It was that event that happened with us on the intersection of John Fries Highway intersection with Allentown Road. During the accident, I was sure that nothing would go wrong because at my sight, I thought we were going slow, but when it crashed, it sounded pretty loud. After the accident, me and my dad’s mind went blank for a few minutes and then when we came to our senses, we…