Definition Essay: My Father

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I ask myself many questions, the world that I leave in. When my mother had me 19 years ago, it was like a miracle. Why was I born? If I live, who do I live for? And if I die, where will I go? What is God’s plan for me? Until my father explained to, “to live is Christ and to die is to gain for every Christian who believe in the word of God and meditates on it.
When I was a very young boy my father used to tell me, “A man’s definition is not based upon external characteristics, but internal traits. That the definition of a man is found in the image of God. My father is a man of God, he reflects God. He is man of wisdom, an example of the believers in this world. My father is a man of prayer, he is a student of the word of God. He has the desire
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Because from where I am from, today’s church isn’t what it used to be. Kids show up to church know days because they are forced too. People don’t go to church because they want to praise God now days, they go for their own purposes. Church now days is a place where men and women go to find there perfect men or women. Church is supposed to be a place for prayer and praise. We, the church are supposed to be examples, we’re supposed to be disciples, but we choose to follow the world instead of changing it. To the world people are supposed to be reading us like books everywhere that we go, and we are supposed to feel like people are judging us even though it’s not their place too. As servants of God, The church is a letter written for people to read. It is written in our hearts, known and read by everyone. Everywhere we go, we are like lamps placed at a very high place that shines for everyone in the household to see. Why are they so different, why don’t they do the kind of things that we do? Because they’re not of this world. We are nomads, letters written by Christ to be read by …show more content…
With everything that is going on, it feels though we are trying to get out a really dark place that has many stairs built in it. Some leading up, and some stairs leading down into darkness. And because we are afraid to tell the truth as church now days, with each step we take on we become more afraid. And people’s painting up on the walls in that dark house seems to follow us with their eyes, judging, watching, and reading the church waiting for it to make a mistake. The stairs seems though there is no end to it, it feels though one is going around circles. There is no sense of direction. We are afraid to go forward and afraid to go back, and terrified to stand still because we know we are on a journey. But one thing we don’t understand is that we don’t have to keep going around in circles because up there, we see a light someone holding it. It is help. Instead of us running towards it, we choose not too, because we are too afraid. And many since they are too afraid to preach the truth, they’re confused and ready to just give up. They feel like they should try to enjoy themselves with the time they have on the earth. So they don’t care about the church anymore or the people they are leading to get to the top, to the light. Sin has consumed many on that journey to get to the