Jamaican Me Crazy - My Family Travels

I just got back from an incredible missions trip to Montego Bay, Jamaica.  The contagious “everything’s good” Jamaican attitude greeted me upon departing the airport.  The drive to where I stayed was quite an adventure.  In Jamaica, car horns are used like signal lights.  Whenever cars change lanes, their horns are used to let all the other drivers know where they are.  Car horns can also be heard greeting random pedestrians who all wave back in reply.  The constant blaring of horns is a unique island symphony that can only be appreciated on the winding streets of Jamaica.

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Beautiful white beaches wink at passersby and the clear waters invite all with open arms.  No description can do justice to the beauty of this island.  The native people are friendly and never worried.  There is no rush because Jamaica is an island, there’s nowhere to go.  Salesmen and saleswomen desire American money and treat American tourists like royalty in hopes that they will become customers.  This vibe allows one to relax and be taken care of (provided that you have money to spend).

There is more, however; to the island of Jamaica than the sparkling beaches and the crazy car rides.  As I mentioned before, this was a mission’s trip.  While there, we helped build three churches and spent some time volunteering in a local orphanage.  The people were very appreciative of what we were doing.  They watched us play with their children, they marveled at us filling in the floor of a local church, and they even helped us wherever they could.  As a result of this trip, many people received Christ into their hearts.  They were all so grateful for our work and our outreach; it was obvious that God was working through us.

My trip to Jamaica was an indescribable journey.  I have never experienced more spiritual growth or seen God at work in such ways as I did in Jamaica.  Even though I messed up mixing some cement, even though I had a hard time keeping track of all the children we were trying to watch, and even though for every child I held there were fifteen more crying for attention, I feel as though so much was accomplished because I and many others were just willing to serve.  I better understand the decadence of the American lifestyle and I am daily trying to live in a way that benefits others especially those in other countries who are less fortunate than I am.  I have learned so much from this mission trip and I cannot wait until the next one.

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