Taking a mission trip has never, ever, no-never been on my list of things to do. Going to some 3rd world country where I can’t drink the water, sleeping in less than a 4-star hotel, and dealing with homeless people who live on a trash heap is not the way I want to spend my time off. And the money…did I mention the money? You have to pay your own way to go on these trips. So now I either have to beg my friends for “support” or come out of my own pocket. If I am going to spend the money to travel internationally it won’t be to go someplace where I could get dysentery.
Those of you who have been on mission trips…YOU have permission to shake your heads and judge me. The rest of you…are silently agreeing but you’re too big of wimps to admit you think the same thing.
Summer 2011, I had an opportunity to hop out of my comfort zone and take a trip to the Bahamas with my church (Compass Community Church). Admittedly wasn’t not quite the dump in Mexico City or a village in Africa, but it was a start. Plus I’m took my 8-year-old because I don’t want anything too intense (for his sake, of course). In preparation for my trip, I launched a series on Mission Trips. I didn’t know jack about Mission Trips, but I knew a lot of people who had been on them and their lives have been changed. The series includes stories about what a great experience a mission trip is and hopefully you’ll join me in giving one a try.
In Matthew 19:19, Jesus calls for us to love our neighbors. We’re global. Your “neighbor” is no longer Sally down the street. It’s Joe across the country, or Mei Ling across the ocean.
p.s. if you have been on a mission trip and would like to share your experience, please drop me a line.
Myrtis in the Bahamas (that’s me )