My Personal Philosophy : My Philosophy Of Philosophy

“God works in mysterious ways, it’s best not to question things” is a phrase my parents have permanently engraved into my mind, for every time I would ask questions concerning the unknown, that was the response I would receive as a child. Growing up as a hispanic, I was raised to be a Catholic young lady who should devote her love, trust and admiration to the one and only God in which everyone looks up to. But what happens to someone who disagrees with what the Catholic religion has to offer? Why should I devote my love, life and trust into someone or something that can’t be confirmed to exist? These questions were the cause of the developing internal conflict within me once I began to mature. Was I ready to stray away from the

Ever since I was a young boy, my family would pile into our old 15-passenger van and drive to church each and every Sunday, without fail. I didn't really understand it at first, it was just something I had to do. When I was around 6 years old, my mother encouraged me to accept Jesus Christ as my lord and savior. I hardly understood what it meant, but I went through with it, much to my mother’s excitement. Years passed, and my understanding grew. Up until I was around 13 years old, my faith had no correlation to my actions. I could recite bible verses for hours, yet I couldn't say what any of them meant. That all changed one year at Camp Selah, a Then, in the year 2014, my faith took a turn for the worst. I’d had a testing first year of high

One of the most important characteristics of faith that Kallistos Ware highlights is the idea that much, if not all, of one’s relationship with God, is based off of instinctive feelings as opposed to other feasible elements. As Ware states, “Faith is not the supposition that something might be true, but the assurance that someone is there.” Faith in God, as Ware explains in this quotation, is not merely believing in God due to elements of scripture or teaching, but is instead something that occurs after personal experiences that provide a basis for the presence of God in one’s life. Additionally, these personal experiences not only need to occur, but also need to be interpreted and attributed to God. However, this can be difficult for many,

Since youth I was always taught that there is only one god and that Jesus had died on the cross for my sins. If I did not accept these teachings and Jesus Christ as my lord and savior I would be condemned to hell. I went to a Catholic school for a period of time and I never questioned any of the religious aspects of my life. Since I was a child I was told that this is what I needed to believe, and a good child does so without question. This became a struggle the older I had become. I had developed a much more inquisitive mind and had begun to question the things around me. The more enlightened I became the more I questioned not only my own faith, but all

Before going to Mishawaka Marian, my local Catholic high school, church and God seemed more like a chore than anything. But through those four years, I know that by going through Marian I’ve gained a much deeper knowledge of Christ and how to see him working in my life daily. I’ve had several deep and personal encounters with God and it is through those encounters that I was brought closer to Him and the Christian faith. The most important event that solidified my faith happened first semester of my junior year, when my family got a call from our local hospital saying my grandma was struck by a car and on her way to the emergency room. My whole family’s life was turned upside down by one phone call and things are forever different because of it. Several broken ribs, a broken hip, a major concussion, endless doctors’ appointments and hospital visits later, my grandma was finally back home. We slowly and thankfully began to put the event behind us, but the effect it left on my family will never be able to be put away. Throughout this seemingly endless incident, I learned how important family truly is. I learned great responsibility, how to give and receive help, and not to take a single thing for granted because it could all be gone in just one second. I also felt myself grow nearer to God through this stressful and tragic experience. When you feel like you are alone and have no one to turn to, turn to God. Through Him I am courageously finding my path because I know and trust that God will never leave my side. Through all of these life experiences and memories along the way, I’ve learned so much about myself, how the world works, how God works in my life and where I can begin to see myself fitting into it. It is important to realize that it is through the bad times that we learn the most and

In the field of higher education, I will welcome with open arms, accept, affirm, and celebrate all students by creating an environment that is equal and inclusive for all people regardless of their race, gender, sexual orientation, ethnicity, cultural background, religion, family structure, economic status, learning ability, linguistic ability, and/or learning style. I will create an environment that includes positive, challenging experiences that will give each individual a positive educational experience free of barriers with the knowledge that postsecondary education can enhance a student 's overall well-being, increase their chances for personal fulfillment

I believe that my siblings conformed to the idea of being Catholics. That fueled the fire for me to be expressive about the doubts I had in this religion. I began to just say that I was an atheist and around this age there is a large portion of teenagers that are trying to rebel against their parents. I was invested in proving that I was right and that everyone should be able to see what I believe or why I believe it. As I got older I became more humble about my views and what I believed in, I stopped being so upfront about what I thought was right or wrong. One of the main reasons was that it was brought to my attention that everyone has their own personal reasons for what they believe in and just because I don’t agree with it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t respect it. A break through moment was when I had a conversation with my sister about God and the concept of him watching over everyone, and she told me that she believed in God because it was reassurance, she needed to believe that there was something beyond her and that she wasn’t entirely alone in this world. I understood what she was saying and at that point I respected her views. I also realized that in this point of my life I can’t be at peace with that. I’ve struggled with a lot of things in my life and it just wasn’t logical to me it still really isn’t clear to me. I continue to venture out and inform myself about different religions and

Before I began this project, I jotted a few notes down as to what I thought the definition of faith was. All that really came to my mind was that faith is simply one’s belief in God. In a quest to further understand the true meaning of faith, I needed to find someone with a Catholic background and effusive wisdom. I immediately knew who I was going to interview.

In my youth, I believed in God, prayed to Him, and appreciated His apparent love for me, but there was no substance to my faith because I had a considerably vague understanding of my sins. I did not comprehend my need for forgiveness, nor was I told that I need to confess my sins to Christ and acknowledge Him as my Lord and Savior to have a personal relationship with Him. As I entered the fifth-grade, I was presented with and accepted the gospel in our high school gymnasium. I still had a rather vague understanding of my need for a Savior. Over time, however, I began to grow in recognition of my transgression and experienced a gradual increase in the size of the cross. I began to see God as a friend who loved me and overlooked my sins past, present, and future through the penalty paid by Christ’s death on the cross. While this explanation of the gospel is true, it was incomplete and lead to compromise in my

Worldview: I believe that there is a possibility God exists, but it is also entirely possible that our world being so well suited for us is due to entirely random chance. While I may not call myself religious, I am certainly not an atheist either. I therefore am very conflicted about religion in my life. I think religion can certainly be a positive thing, instilling positive values and morals upon people, but it can also do some harm, causing people to become fanatic in their beliefs. I therefore see the world as mysterious, and I don’t think humanity is capable of properly judging whether or not there truly is a God or an afterlife. I see religion as a mystery.

I am not catholic. Yet, I attend a Catholic school. I do not belong to any religion. Yet, I do feel a presence of a higher power. Although at times I still do wonder if God actually exists. He may or may not and I sincerely have no idea at this point in my life. There is no certain event in my life that defines me, as my life is still unfolding. I (hopefully) have many years left of life to live and to discover who I am since I’ve barely scratched the surface of who I am becoming. I have seen first hand how short life can be for any given person so I do try to live life to the fullest. My parents are both avid Christians as well as most of my family. Religion was introduced early to them both and they go to church on a semi-regular basis. I tend to tag along occasionally since I am allowed to make my own choice to attend. However, when I was younger I fully believed in God. I went to church every sunday and went to Christian camps every summer. But as I grew older, it felt like I outgrew God. The idea of God

Throughout the beginning of my entire adolescent life, I was forced, by my parents, to wake up and attend church every Sunday. I never really understood why I had to wake up every single Sunday and forfeit the day to Christ. When I transitioned from grade school to high school, I wasn’t forced to go to church anymore, and my relationship with god got weakened. At that time, I didn’t really know what to believe. All that changed about six months ago, when I was about halfway through my senior year. I had a few friends who really liked to challenge Christianity from a scientific standpoint, and at that time god gave me his first mission. On my way home from visiting with my friends, I wept the entire ride home, begging for god to help me in the situation.In that car I felt god’s presence, and instantly knew that he wanted me to try and convert my two friends.

My ongoing journey with faith has been complex. Growing up, I was surrounded by a family full of preachers, teachers, and other persons of God whose highly saturated faith background and deep loyalty to the church shaped my world views. Deeply ingrained into the fabric of my past was devotion and servitude to something I couldn't quite grasp; it was something that I found hard to believe and difficult to commit to.

When I first came to foundations of faith I had some knowledge about faith because I came from a catholic school, and my family was catholic. Even though I came from a faith background I never felt as if I had a strong faith life and or a strong relationship with God. Now toward the end of this class, I feel that I have expanded my mind to what faith actually is. One lesson that helped me understand what faith was the article called adult faith by Father Fitter. This article spoke to me because before reading it I thought of God as being above everyone and doesn’t really interact with people, Father fitter explained him as a friend who will never turn your back on you. Now ending the semester, I feel that I can talk to God and grow a relationship with him. I hope to have a relationship with God for the rest of my

In the past, my faith had been challenged on numerous occasions. The very first time that my faith was challenged was when I was nine. I was diagnosed with type one diabetes (T1D). This was so hard for my family and I to cope with and to understand. I did not know anything about T1D nor all the strains that came with it. I blamed God for giving me this disease, I had asked him “Why me, what did I do to deserve this?” I spent a lot of time seeking for this answer.