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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 inscripted 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 faces 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 Redeemerís. 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 Redeemerís 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 Redeemerís 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 didnít 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 donít 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,