Last summer, I was given the amazing opportunity to go on my first mission trip. My church, Berlin Baptist is a very small church, with a congregation of thirty people and only around seven youth, including myself. Despite our small numbers, we wanted to do something of significance. Our youth minister Micah wanted us to go on a mission trip, but because we were such a tiny group we would have to accompany another church in order to go. In a stroke of luck, Spring Arbor from Fairview invited us to help minister to a few apartment complexes filled with Nepalese refugees in Fort Worth, Texas. Fort Worth is in North Central Texas and ten hours away from Alabama. Spring Arbor was a much larger group therefore, our youth groups drove separately. Micah was the captain of our church van, with two adult chaperones (My parents) trailing behind us. We left at five in …show more content…
Some of Berlin went to a separate complex with Spring Arbor and the rest of us went to…………………… with Kika’s son Allen. Other churches had already been to ……….. so several of the Nepalese children already knew what we were there to do. As soon as we arrived, children of all ages were swarming us shouting “play” “play” and even a few adults were interested. There still weren’t enough kids to have a bible class, so we had to walk around and ask if there were any children who wanted to come to “summer camp”. We were not allowed to call it Bible school. The responses where either “No we don’t have any kids, what is it for?” or “yes! They can come; here take your brother with you. When will you be back?” It was very strange to me because in our culture today we would never send our kids off with strangers, but these Nepalese people were so kind and trusting. There was one mom who even let us care for her one year old
Life can have many ups and downs. One positive thing that has happened to me is being able to go on Mission Trips with my local youth group. I have been on a total of four mission trips in my life. Each one I go on opens my eyes to God. It brings people together and allows everyone to go and help the communities out. The mission trips are filled with teenagers from all over Missouri, that go all over America to help out. All the mission trips are put together by the CCYM (Conference Council on Youth Ministries.)
As a side note, I also observed many young children there. I thought this reflected well of the parents/guardians who brought them. It thoroughly proved to me that adults willingly want to teach their children, whether they...
An organization known as Child Evangelism Fellowship (CEF) was helping our church with the event. CEF hosts five-day camps during the summer to share the gospel message with children. They had been to our house several times so I knew all of the leaders pretty well. One of the leaders invited me to go to the training camp in the summer and I readily accepted the invitation. After the training camp I was able to share the gospel message in front of groups of children, further helping me to go out of my comfort zone and pave the road to
It was back in the summer of 2004 when all was calm. The trees filled w/ dry green leaves, the grass barely green as patches of yellowness overcame its dried burned look, dandelions arose in monstrous amounts as the white cotton-like blooms of a dandelion flutter in the midst of an arid breeze, and visions of heat waves could clearly be noticed along a paved street on a clear afternoon. Yep, this truly was mid summer. But I do prefer summer over winter any day of the year. Around the hottest time of the year, a.k.a. middle of July, my church travels on a mission trip over to the Appalachia Mountains to help people in poverty rebuild their homes. I, among 14 other youths and leaders enjoy this yearly mission trip. Only to leave one week after my birthday the ASP (Appalachia Service Project) crew fled the town of Glen Ellyn and headed east towards the mountainous Appalachia Mountains. The mission had not only been to help people in distress but to also give an insight on personal faith, life, love, friendship, and a better understanding on why we are really here and why we have chosen to come here, as certain personality traits that we possess are revealed throughout the trip. I do remember last year's trip very clearly, and we've had just a few major dilemmas, but this year just clearly out does last year in every way, shape and form.
Our goal as a church was to go into another community and share the gospel with them but we did it in a unique way, through community service. Together we volunteered in a trailer park to clean up trash, fix gardens, redo roofing, paint and clean trailers. While doing this I meet an old woman who appreciated what we were doing for her and her home and wanted to know why. This gave my small group and I an opportunity to help guide her to Christ and when we left not only did we give her a better and beautiful community and trailer to live in, but we left her with a bible and a thirst to learn more about our God. This experience was important to me because it showed how one can truly make a difference in people’s lives just through serving
Although, I had the completely wrong view. I learned that a person is a person regardless of a person's social status or by what they do or don't have. I also realized that even though a mission trip is meant to help those in need, I needed missionaries myself. I realize that even though we help the kids at the Ruidoso orphanage, I feel like they helped me shape who I am as a person in a dramatic way. Whether it was by feeding us lunch to playing a game of soccer with us, they positively affected my life in a huge mental way.
I grew up in a home with a family that attend church weekly and was active in the church family. I knew about God and about His son but I never remember the story of salvation and the personal need for a savoir. As a teenager I walked away from the religion that I thought did not offer my anything. In my thirties, my husband was diagnosed with cancer and I immediately started my negotiations with God. Little did I know that He was not a negotiator but it was during this time in my life that I needed God more than He needed me. Since accepting the gift of God’s love, the salvation of a Savoir, and the renovation of my heart, I look to God for the path of my life. I share Gods truth through my career change to a Christian nob-profit that’s vision is to share God’s love to the community through the platform of pregnancy care and family services. Personally I have fulfilled God’s call to help the less fortunate by adopting a sibling group and participating and supporting mission trips to third world countries to support his children and missions there. My final piece of God’s plan I feel lead to complete is to volunteer my professional expertise and finances to work with a mission group that provides laboratory services to third world mission hospitals. I have done one trip for them and am currently planning a trip to Honduras in the new year. My day to
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
Have you ever had a perfect day and in the blink of an eye it turns to the worst day ever? Well I had that happen to me this summer. It all started as we were getting off the ship and took a rental car to NASA. It was my first time ever going to NASA and I was really excited. When we arrived it was about twelve o’clock. When we finally got in I could see parts of spaceships that were over two-hundred feet tall. I learned all about all the different missions and what happened on them.
I even had one of the Deacon come to me after my outreach work had cause a family too become a part of the church, he ask me if they were a asset or a liability to the church. In 2013, my prayer would be answer, from the night that I was told that mission work was not need, I had been in pray. July 2013 my wife and I alone with some of the member of New Friendship would go on to organize The City of Refuge. At the City we were able to do outreach ministry with other organization to provide housing, food, and necessities for families in the neighborhood and surrounding
As I sat in the boiling hot sun, the heat that had overwhelmed me throughout the day surpassed. I was engulfed by Lu Paul, a native Hawaiian advocate who was telling me the story of how Native Hawaiians loss their rights. “How did my people become a minority in their own land?” he asked me inquisitively. I found myself making many connections with this man’s story and my own. As he answered my questions about inequality in his community, he began to speak of many things that I had witnessed in my life, that I thought only my own culture experienced. “My people need to fight for equal education, language rights, and employment”, he stated firmly. It was in this moment I began to broaden my perspective of inequality and minority rights. This along with the many other field experiences I had during my semester abroad, help shape my desire to attend law school and work both nationally and abroad in civil and human rights.
Vacations aren't always perfect there is always something that goes wrong. At least in my experiences. A perfect vacation to me is when we are all together as a family,which honestly doesn't happen that much. Having a 20 year old brother an 18 year old in post secondary school can make things complicated. Or having a vacation with no,ILLNESS, which can be very,very hard to do!! And I know I’m not the only one who has experienced this on a vacation!
A mission trip is an amazing opportunity, not a responsibility, to go out of the comfort of your perfect house and step into the dirt floors of other countries. Open up your hearts to help other people, not because of the responsibility that has been bestowed upon you, because you don’t have a responsibility, but because you have been blessed with an opportunity to help other people.
Since childhood, my parents, teachers and pastors, have often taught me to be considerate of underprivileged people in our society and thereby help to make a positive difference in their lives. Despite hearing these positive remarks on a consistent basis, I never experienced the impact of being in an advocacy helping role. Participating in an advocacy role started in 2004 when I was encouraged by my choir teacher in high school, to attend a mission trip to Guyana. Experiencing this mission trip to Guyana was life changing for me. I had an opportunity to visit and spend time with children at orphanages, as well as packaging and distributing food items to families in need. The experience and advocacy skills I gained from the Guyana missionary program motivated me to participate in a community outreach project for Aboriginals in Winnipeg, in November of that same year.
I did not want to leave. I had been here for ten days and I had established relationships and friendships with people from everywhere and all sorts of backgrounds. We all sat in the car preparing to leave. Every single one of us, my parents, brother and me, sitting in silence. Wanting to cry, waiting for someone to say the first word. Each of us had learned something that trip. For me, this experience had taught me what gratefulness was, the impact a good attitude has, what a servant looks like, and really how the relationships we make with our life is the most important aspect about life.