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I was 16 and as I stuck my hand out to meet him, he put his Pepsi can down and took my hand. We exchanged awkward hellos and started a small conversation. As we talked he kept taking glances at his soda can; because I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable I told him I was fine with him continuing his drinking. To my surprise, he replied with, “ I don’t drink soda in front of girls because they’re going to think I’m un-healthy”. Ever since then, I knew that we would be amazing friends. My feelings for him are so much more than I have ever felt for another male friend before. I don’t exactly think that the words I use are going to give his character justice. His witty, over-the-top, loud personality mixed with compassion for literature and art make for one great person. Our bond was instant- our mundane trips to anywhere and everywhere, going out to eat , grabbing a quick coffee, and our amazing late-night conversations that I have yet to experience with anyone else. Those were the things I was grateful for, because I knew that we could mix all these personalities and put them into one, and BAM! You have this amazing person. But, as seasons change, so do people, and as many friends do, we started growing apart. I don’t think that this is something either or us wanted but we had different things going for us. And our friendship became questionable. College was starting for him and it was his time to move and meet new faces, new friends and experience a home away from home. And then, after several months of trying to keep our friendship solid, we just couldn’t and it was hard. And although we had our differences, he was still the person that I considered my best friend- the same best friend who I knew still cared for me the way I cared for him. After time, our friendship picked back up again, it was something unavoidable because of all the mutual friends we had in common. So, here we are now two people that have known each other for a little over five years- someone that I knew better than any other friend I’ve had before. I’ve never really put much thought as to why I care about him so much, or how hes really made a difference in my life, but I think its because our friendship has never been consistent. I’ve never been a fan of change, I’m so scared of it, but with him, our friendship was constantly inconsistent , so it made me realize that inconsistency only makes me stronger. And, even though now we are no where near as close as we used to be , I think that its ok because that’s the way its suppose to be- I have to accept him the way he is now because that’s what friendship is about. Id like to think that no matter where we are 10 or 20 years from now, that if we needed each other, we would be there.

Assignment 1- Personal Testimony

My personal testimony. I don’t really know what to say. I guess, I have to say that the faith I’ve found I’ve never really experienced before. I’m new to CBU and although I’ve only been here a little over a week, I’ve noticed that most students are Christian or come from a Christian background.
I wasn’t exactly brought up that way.
My Mother ( a catholic) taught me to believe that there was a God and to be a believer.
My Father ( a former Baptist) knows the bible from the very first page to the very last- taught me to believe whatever I found right in my heart.
Although, both my parents are believers, my household was never the kind to get ready for church on Sunday. And, to be honest I’m thankful for that. My parents both taught me the meaning of God and what it meant to them. I didn’t learn what someone wanted me to believe, I learned what my parents thought was right- which I thought was right.
I was never baptized as a child. I used to think that it was a bad thing, especially when all the kids my age would share their religious beliefs and talk about their meetings. But I remember going to church once and I didn’t understand any of it, and I didn’t go back for years. But now that I’m older, Church is something I enjoy, and look forward to. I know that I’m going to be O.K regardless because God has given me the opportunity to believe. So now I’m thankful that I wasn’t- baptized . I am now free to explore different aspects of Christianity.
Although, I have always been a believer, it is now that I’m in my early twenties and getting older that my faith keeps developing and getting stronger and stronger; that I have realized that I am, walking, talking, breathing not because I can do it on my own like many believe but because God is so graciously allowing me and everyone else to do so. God has always been part of my life- my parents made sure of it, but I don’t exactly know when I fully accepted Him into my life on my own. I never really had that moment or that epiphany where I realized that I was changed. But you know what? I don’t think that really matters, the only thing that matters is that I’m a believer.
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