My Essay
Write about a time when you stood up for yourself.
Growing up, my parents raised me to live the best Christian life I possibly could and was taught that the importance of God lies within your own beliefs, in which I had very deep understandings for. However, I never really noticed how naive I was in believing that everyone had the same perspectives as I did until one of my closest friends came along and told me that "God was not real." Three years ago, my friend, Alec, and I were sitting on the steps of my back porch examining the sky and wondering why it was blue. "Maybe it was God's favorite color", I blurted out. With the sudden movement, Alec jerked his head and stared at me with hazy eyes. "Aw c'mon. You dont really believe in that crap do you?" Bewildered, I looked at him and asked "What crap, Alec?" "All that 'God is so good and he's the way and truth' crap", he said. Now, I was completely alarmed. My best friend just admitted that he didn't believe in something so important to me. I sat there for a moment trying to process what he had just said. In my heart, I knew this was God telling me to gain control of the situation and tell my friend that he is real. So after sitting there debating if I should get up and leave or not, I just decided to witness to Alec. I told him the story of how I was saved and the possibility that he could be too. After hours of telling him stories and listening to his perspective's, he finally just called me a "gullible Bible thumper." I was so angry at this point that I just threw my arms in the air yelling and screaming that he was an idiot. No one had ever called me this. How dare he called me a Bible thumper when I was only trying to help him? Alec looked at me, amazed that I could get this mad. But somewhere between the yelling and name-calling, my dad had walked outside to settle down the madness. He finally calmed my relentless self down, and simply explained to me that
Growing up, my parents raised me to live the best Christian life I possibly could and was taught that the importance of God lies within your own beliefs, in which I had very deep understandings for. However, I never really noticed how naive I was in believing that everyone had the same perspectives as I did until one of my closest friends came along and told me that "God was not real." Three years ago, my friend, Alec, and I were sitting on the steps of my back porch examining the sky and wondering why it was blue. "Maybe it was God's favorite color", I blurted out. With the sudden movement, Alec jerked his head and stared at me with hazy eyes. "Aw c'mon. You dont really believe in that crap do you?" Bewildered, I looked at him and asked "What crap, Alec?" "All that 'God is so good and he's the way and truth' crap", he said. Now, I was completely alarmed. My best friend just admitted that he didn't believe in something so important to me. I sat there for a moment trying to process what he had just said. In my heart, I knew this was God telling me to gain control of the situation and tell my friend that he is real. So after sitting there debating if I should get up and leave or not, I just decided to witness to Alec. I told him the story of how I was saved and the possibility that he could be too. After hours of telling him stories and listening to his perspective's, he finally just called me a "gullible Bible thumper." I was so angry at this point that I just threw my arms in the air yelling and screaming that he was an idiot. No one had ever called me this. How dare he called me a Bible thumper when I was only trying to help him? Alec looked at me, amazed that I could get this mad. But somewhere between the yelling and name-calling, my dad had walked outside to settle down the madness. He finally calmed my relentless self down, and simply explained to me that