After two plane rides and a long four hour bus trip all fifty of us finally arrived in Farmington, New Mexico. It was my first time being away from parents for more than a couple days and my first mission trip. I was extremely nervous. I thought the trip was gonna be a miserable ten days. It was the summer going into my senior year and before I left I was having a blast hanging out with my friends, going swimming, riding bikes, and relaxing every single day. The last thing I wanted to do was go on a church mission trip, but my parents insisted that I go. My parents said, it would be a, "great experience" and "life changing." They were right! I did not believe them until I got to the reservations. Met all the amazing Navajo Indians and learned …show more content…
We had to finish our project, and only had a short amount of time. Our team stayed at a local motel that was almost an hour away from the reservation. The first day, all fifty of us piled into the buses with our tool belts on and we were ready to work. Everyone was nervous because none of us have ever been on the reservations, or met the Indians. No one knew what to expect. When we arrived, I was shocked there were no paved roads, dirt everywhere, and a couple shacks that they called home. It was much different than what I called home. It made me thankful for all that I have. At that moment, I realized I had to work hard on remodeling the church, and try to make a difference in these people …show more content…
They loved playing with us anytime we got a quick break from working. Freeze tag was their favorite game, but it got tiring because of the scorching heat in New Mexico. We had to take breaks from playing tags. During the breaks, I got the chance to talk to many children on the reservation. I loved teaching them about God. But I also asked them about other things, like school. I learned that some of the children didn't go school or if they did they were not receiving the best education. The nearest school was in Farmington which was almost an hour away. That is a long a bus ride and a long way for parents to drive there children to school, and only few people on the reservations had cars. The thought of children not going to school broke my heart. I do not believe anything should stop children from getting an education, especially not where they live. This is what inspired me to want to be a teacher I have always had a love for children. The trip declared to me that education is the right field for me. I would love to be able to help children learn, and give them the best education possible. I prayed that God would lead me into right career path, little did I know I would find it on this
This experience was really out of my comfort zone. It was hard to be an outsider and not prepared for what was to come and not speaking one of the languages used to understand the entire service. This service learning project gave me the opportunity to try a new church and gain a deeper respect for a different religion. Everyone at the service was very educated on speaking the sacred texts and participating in the rituals practiced. I hope to have gained a better understanding for those who are new to religions and are nervous to come to a worship service. I will make more of an effort to be welcoming and accommodating to those who are new to our church.
Overall I didn’t really have the great of an experience and that was the reason why I went back to my family’s house, and was able to continue my education at a Christian school; such as Azusa pacific University which I love. I love the fact that I am also learning more about God, and having a wonderful people that are getting to know more about God as well. My overall experience made me more grateful to be where I am today and to be able to focus more on my life being around my family.
It was the summer of 2013 when I was living with my grandparents and they told me about volunteering at the church. I didn’t know what they were talking about, so I took the initiative to go find out for myself that following Sunday. I was in the balcony on Sunday, when I heard the announcements saying we can volunteer for their hope food pantry. I was excited because it was going to be a chance where I can help other and get community service hours. Volunteering I began to think positive thoughts and telling myself “ I am doing a good deed”.
Growing up on the south side of Chicago in the roughest neighborhood in the city I learned a lot from others and just observing my surroundings. At times, I would always think to myself my situation could always be worse than it was, and that there is always someone who is doing worst off than me. But my situation turned from being in a bad position to being in a position where my mother would come to lose her mother and our home that we had been living in, all in the same year. After losing her mother and bother my mom lost herself in her emotions and shut down on everyone and with that came the loss of a home for me and my siblings and her job. Shortly after my mom began to go back to church and so did we. It was the first time in a log time that we had attended church and it played a big part in a learning experience for me and my siblings. Through the days that came to pass going to church sparked a desire of wanting to help others who had or are struggling to get by. My mentor, Pastor, and teacher deserves appreciation for helping my mother through a hard time and keeping me and my siblings active in a positive manor.
My youth pastor pulled out of our church parking lot at three am in the morning loaded down with a bus full of twenty four teenagers including me. We were off at last head to Colorado Spring Colorado, little did I know, our bus was going to fall apart this very day.
I was able to go on a mission trip to Minnesota Native American Reservation, Squaw Lake when I was 13. I learned the four Spiritual laws, and I accepted Christ through the training. I was able to share the Good News to mostly to teens and kids. His Holy Spirit deeply filled my life, and I wanted to grow my passion for God.
"A Trip to the Moon" is considered as the first science fiction film in cinema history. Taking into account that the movie was created in 1902, Georges Melies managed to create a true masterpiece of the classic black-and-white cinematography. Scripts for most of the episodes were borrowed from the famous novels. Jules Verne's "From the Earth to the Moon" provided the image of the space capsule and giant cannon; most of the lunar episodes with blizzard, descent to the lunar crater, battle with selenites, arrival to the ocean bottom, were taken from "The First Men in the Moon", written by Herbert George Wells. The clarity and completeness of the plot, the vibrant costumes and decorations, and the special effects in "A Trip to the Moon" captured my attention and taught me about human notions about the world in the early 20th century.
I spent every spring and summer in middle school doing mission work and community service. I loved the opportunity that it gave me to build relationships and share my beliefs with people I didn’t know. Little did I know that this would pave the way for a life-changing experience that I would encounter one day. Each spring my church would host a missionary event called “The Ignite Project.” I felt an urge to join the group, recognizing that it was a calling to profess my faith in Jesus. These mission trips helped me to go out
Where is A Mission? The thought had always lingered inside of my head, aimlessly suspended like a climber stuck in an awkward position. Debating whether to reach for the next gap or to give out and abandon the idea. I had always dreamed of going on a mission trip, unfortunately my actions didn’t concede to the idea as easily as I imagined. Each time I was given the opportunity to go, I would push it back further and further by using a different excuse to cover my hesitation.
I woke up to the sound of my cousin screaming and ran into the living room to witness the second airplane crash into the World Trade Center. I remember my heart racing, my body feeling numb, and my mind jumping into a state of fear and shock. It was the day I realized that life should never be taken for granted. I watched as the first responders risked their lives to save others. I witnessed the love for humanity as they displayed it through their actions of courage. This experience ignited a fire in me to do the same
I have never felt more welcome and loved in my entire life, the energy in that room from all these people was incredible.This was the day I began my transition into adulthood, I made a commitment to this community, to God. I turned my life around, I started working harder in school, I matured, and had a positive outlook on my situation. Because of young life I learned
The Education Departments within museum and their art educational programs have become increasingly important in order to evaluate the mission statement of institutions. The goal of any educational program is to engage visitors with art, developing skills such as how to see an artwork, delivering accurate content about the exhibition, promoting critical thinking, and above all, doing it in a meaningful way for the audiences.
I could fill pages and pages with stories like this, but what I feel right now is gratitude. Gratitude first the sick and workers of the home and school, by his example and his company have made me see that I have great weaknesses, and being aware of them, I can try to amend them. Thanks to the Poor Clare Missionary Sisters, who are known for hosting even the poorest of the poor, I can not forget the day of the end of Ramadan in which came to buy beads for Muslim patients in the home could celebrate their day big. That respect and interfaith relationship that lived in the house marked me a lot. Every time I see the videos of the missions and close my eyes, I can smell the wet grass in the field, hear children screaming for my path "otopo" which means white man, smell the bread cooked in the village, and Mangue every corner of this in my heart. I will never forget that experience was marked by moments of difficulty that made me doubt even about myself ; Sierra Leone taught me to be a better person and to always give thanks with a smile because as one of the young form Sierra Leone Said, "after strong
The day came, when we were leaving to drive all of the way to California for a mission trip. I was excited to get a new experience serving the homeless, but was a little nervous. The first couple of days we served food to the homeless at a homeless shelter. It was very humbling to see how grateful they were for the meal they were provided. In the evening we got the opportunity to hand out sack lunches on the street. I gave my lunch to a young homeless lady. The attitude of the lady surprised me so much, I was able to have a spiritual conversation with her for over an hour. It was truly amazing to see that someone who has nothing in life is so humble and can still believe in God.
This journey taught me so much that I wouldn’t have ever imagined. I grew from this experience mentally and I saw my parents becoming closer and regaining that bond they held with one another. This event taught me to be more appreciative with all the little things I have and made me realize that life isn’t going to go the way you want it to; you have to fight for the path to lead you in the right direction. I was brought closer to both my parents and my brothers. This event started new beginnings for this family, a new start to get things right because when I found out I would be moving to San Diego, I never would have realized the struggles I went through; especially when I was a silent voice in the decision.