Volunteering

  • I’m no economist, no political expert, no social worker, no activist; I am and was a high school student with his mind-set to pursue music and science. Though aware of avoiding the naive thought that a small group with introductory books to playing the recorder was going to change the future of...

  •      When our team leader told us our first mission work experience was going to be a visit to Pasitos de Jesus girls orphanage; I remained trapped in my timid and overly cautious state of mind regarding interactions with the native people. We arrived to a shelter that was smaller than most of our...

  • In late July of 2014, I retracted back to my “home” village in the Dominican Republic for a week. By joining the Village Mountain Mission the year before with my mom, and building homes for impoverished and stranded families, I fell in love with not only mission work but also a village called...

  • In school, everyone has the same nature. Although everyone classifies themselves as an individual, there are certain characteristics that encompass the entire student body. Unless put into a situation that exposes this, many students remain blissfully unaware, full heartedly confident in their own...

  • On an oppressively hot day in mid-July, armed with hundreds of hastily assembled ham sandwiches and bundles of clothes, I climbed on a bus and rode with thirty other students through the dusty switchbacks of Juan Dolio. In forty-five minutes we’d pitched ourselves from the lofty suites of Los...

  •         During the summer of 2012 I had the opportunity to travel from my suburban town in Minnesota to Chicago with my youth group from church. We went with the goal to show the love of God to every person we came in contact with. We had a thirst to serve. Not to show that we were better, or...

  •  After a mentally and physically exhausting two week mission trip, my team and I were beyond ready to enjoy some well-earned fun in the city of Chaig Mai, Thailand. That morning we left the small town where we were working, Sawankhalok, full of anticipation. The weather was gorgeous, the scenery...

  • When you hear the name, "Jamaica," do you see white sandy beaches and beautiful blue waves washing up on the shore? Maybe a large resort with clean, white hotel rooms and the little towels folded like puppies sitting on the beds. You've at least got to be thinking about dreadlocks! Well, if this is...

  • Jamaica. I had heard the name of the small island in the Caribbean Ocean throughout my childhood. This was where my father had grown up on the beautiful grounds that are called the Round Hill Resort. Fueled by my dad’s stories of cliff diving and bonfires on the beach, I dreamed of a lush green...

  • “First we’ll have to cross crocodile pond, and then we’ll go up ice mountain,” little Elijah said, as he clasped my hand tightly and started to sprint across the gym. The five year old was one of many missionary children who attended the vacation bible school that was hosted by my church. The week...

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