As a teenager, I was given the opportunity to go to Mexico on a short-term mission trip with my youth group. After hearing about the trip, though, I quickly told myself “no“, and found ways to avoid having a conversation with my youth pastor about it so that I wouldn’t have to explain myself. So I…Continue Reading
It was our first time at the makeshift refugee camp on the edge of the border between Greece and Macedonia. We parked at a gas station surrounded by thousands of refugees, all pitching tents and making small campfires in the dirt and gravel. As soon as we donned our yellow volunteer vests, anxious eyes began…Continue Reading
One night, our team was going out on ministry to connect with and share at a local youth group in Germany, which was about thirty minutes from the town where we were staying. Up to this point in our trip, I had connected with people in the youth groups and the ministry times we had,…Continue Reading
Our Fall Discipleship Training School outreach teams have been fraught with one challenge after the next, way before they even stepped onto their first flight! There have been visa denials, multiple stolen passports (in the United States!), and an emotional toll with paper trails due to increasing restrictions in different nations. But, as always, our God is bigger than all…Continue Reading
The girl I’d seen with the powdered face was in fact a victim of exploitation. As we walked the streets and prayed, I realized that these prostitutes are just girls, like me. Without the grace of God, I could easily be standing in their place.
I was overcome with a spirit of hopelessness. Voices began to taunt me, anger me, destroy me. “God, where are you?” I wept. Could there be hope? Could so much evil and injustice ever be stopped?