Why I Love Junior Highers from Nebraska

What can I possibly say about this week? I wish I had the time and energy to blog every night this week because so much happened that I want to share with you all.

There was only one team this week, all the way from Nebraska, and all the students will be going into the 9^th grade. The vast majority of them had never been on a mission trip before. At first I was wary because I’ve worked with jr. highers before, and I know how crazy they are, and also because one of my teammates, Lindsey, was gone all week for grad. School stuff. But it turned out to be a fantastic week and a group of kids I will never forget.

My story really starts on Tuesday night. Usually, one of my jobs is to facilitate the evening gather portion of the day, which includes debrief, worship, and a lesson or sorts. But this group asked to be allowed to do their own thing. They made sure to invite us to join them, though. Monday, I fell asleep on the couch watching Salt, so I didn’t make it, but Tuesday I did. And it was unbelievable.

I had been talking to one of the leaders earlier in the week and he told me that he was surprised at how little the group had opened up and been vulnerable with each other. So going into Tuesday night’s session, I was expecting much of the same. But one of the girls I had grown close to, Emily, was sharing her testimony, so it was important to me that I come. (Each student shared a testimony or devotional of some sort during the week). She shared, and started to get teary eyed. The girls on the team embraced her when she was done. The next girl got up to share, and much of the same happened.

Then it was time for worship, and you could feel the Spirit moving. After that, Dan, their youth pastor, started to give the lesson. I almost skipped out at this point because I was tired and knew how long their sessions tended to go. But I felt the pull to stay. Dan asked how many people truly FELT like they were forgiven. Not whether or not they knew that they were, but if they felt it. A palpable weight fell over the room. A few kids piped up. “No.” The lesson continued and tears started to flow. Kids flocked to each other to comfort and love, all while realizing something new about God’s love and their perceptions of it.

Worship began again.

(Watch me do it in falsetto.

Yeah!)

——— That would be one of my roommates as I got up to order. We've been listening to a lot of Karmin. :) 

Anyway. Worship began again, and Dan invited people to get anointed if they felt like they were being called into new or increased relationship with the Lord. He also invited the kids to meet with an adult leader if they needed to for any reason. And in the next hour or so, almost everyone had been anointed. But it wasn’t just because everyone else was doing it. You could tell. There was not a dry eye in the house, save a few leaders and mine. Have you ever seen junior high boys be that vulnerable? Unabashedly crying and standing with one another?

One of them, Jake, had grown to trust me over the last two days, so he came up to me and asked if I would come with him. We went to the gym and sat down. He started to cry and told me that he didn’t expect to be changed on this trip, but he had been. We talked for a while about what he meant and how he’d take steps to make sure that he didn’t slip back into old ways when he got home. We hugged and prayed for each other. We went back and I got the chance to encourage a few of the girls from the team. The students wound up in a huddle, singing, praying, and swaying together.

And I got the chance to be a part of it. It was beautiful.

So that’s my heartwarming story of the week. I also went on a sudden adventure Thursday night. Charlie McDowell, of Dear Girls Above Me, tweeted that he was in Times Square with a signed copy of his book and a Barnes & Noble gift card. First one there gets it.

Guess who was the first one there? I convinced my roommates to hop on the 2 with me, and somehow we got their first. It was awesome. Then we went to Bryant Park to hang out on the grass for a while (a feeling we all miss here in the concrete jungle). I read the first chapter out loud to them, and we all laughed hysterically. Then we went up the street to Grand Central Station, admired it a while, and caught the 4 back up to Harlem. It was an unreal night, but that’s New York for you, right?

Thanks for all the well-wishes and prayers. They mean so much to me.

Getting in the Groove

This last week has felt longer than usual. For probably a few reasons. 

One of which is that both of the majors, as well as Brother Li were on vacation this week, so we didn’t have those contacts, which made for a little more work for us. Nothing we couldn’t overcome, of course, but it would have been nice to have them around since it did rain a bit this week, which necessitated us to change our plans. We didn’t really have a tight rain plan for this week, at least at the Harlem Temple, because we didn’t have someone to help us find back up plans. So there were a few days when the rain caused us to scramble to try to find something for the teams to do. 

All the corps were also closed Thursday and Friday due to the holiday. We did manage to navigate over 30 people through the crowded (and let me emphasize the word CROWDED) Manhattan city streets to go see the fireworks on the Hudson. Which I think is deserving of a medal. 

And then there was the teams themselves. After our first week, just about anything would have been a let down. We did not bond very well with one of the two teams this week. None of us did. We all struggled to get them to volunteer to do things or to do the work we provided for them. But if there was ever any downtime, they didn’t like that either. So we really couldn’t win. And the larger team really didn’t seem interested in bonding with us or the other team, and there were points in time when we wondered why they came on a mission trip at all, since they didn’t seem that eager to serve.

But I am confident that God still moved. I may not be able to see it like I was able to the week before, but I know that there were still moments of surrender in the kids. And even if there was only one small moment like this, my job would still have been worth it. But trust me, it didn’t feel like it at the time. I had to try really hard to be intentional with the kids this week, and I hope that my attitude and feelings did not get in the way of their growth

I would love prayers for strength and patience this upcoming week. The team (there’s only one larger group this week) is all incoming freshmen in high school. The team leader says they’ve been doing a trip like this for years, and it’s become a sort of rite of passage. I want to be able to encourage growth for them this week, and I’m sure I’ll be exhausted and my patience may be tested by the end of the week. But I’m anticipating a good week overall. 

Love you all. Don’t be strangers.

Highlights from Harlem

Guys. I seriously cannot believe my first teams have come and gone. The week went by so quickly. Maybe that’s because by the end of every day I was completely exhausted and my feet were throbbing. I thought I would be done with throbbing feet since I’m not waitressing this summer, but I was sorely mistaken. Get it? Sorely? Anyway, my feet are getting more used to all the walking, which is great. :-)

I had six people coming with me to the Bronx every day, and I could not have picked a better group if I had tried. I had the team leader, James, a youth leader, Kali, and four amazing high school students. I, in my usual fashion, dubbed them team awesome, but it’s an apt description for these kids. We became great friends and had a blast regardless of the little bumps in the road we experienced this week.

So, since so much happened every day, I figured I’d just give you a few stories.

On Monday when we were helping with the soup kitchen in the Bronx, one of my girls and I were both hit on and proposed to by the same, elderly Puerto Rican man. I didn’t catch his name because he was too busy flirting, trying to kiss my hand and convince me to be his girlfriend and go with him to Puerto Rico. He even licked the other girl’s face. I’m glad I escaped that part, but it was an interesting start to the week!

The same girl who he licked also got in a really long conversation with a man who told her his life story about being in a gang and all the things he did and had to go through. And when I say long, I’m talking over an hour. But don’t worry, James, her youth leader, was there watching over her the whole time just in case. This individual told Allie that she was the only person he trusted and that he rarely gets to honestly talk to anyone. I hope this conversation restored some hope to this man’s life.

Toward the end of the serving time that same day, I met a man named Robert. He came up and introduced himself to me on his way out. I saw Robert again the next day as he was waiting in line at the Bronx Citadel’s food pantry. I went over to him with a big smile because I was excited to see a familiar face on my second day. He had recognized me too, and we got to chatting. I commented on his smile, because Robert, though in his 70s, has a warm, inviting smile on his face at all times. He said it was because he had practiced Buddhism for 27 years and it had given him peace. He went on to say that after 27 years, he went as far as he felt he could go with Buddhism, so he stopped. I took this opportunity to ask him if he had ever considered looking into Christianity because it had given me a lot of peace and joy, too. He said he knew a little about it, but not much. So I told him I’d love to talk to him about it sometime if he wanted because it had changed my life. 

I walked with him through the line as he cracked jokes, and when he was finished, I went to hug him goodbye and wish him a nice day, when he said to me, “I thought you were going to talk to me about that Christianity thing?” And I was honestly a little taken aback because I didn’t think he’d take me up on it, or if he did that it would be a few weeks from now once he trusted me more. But no, the moment was right then, so I said that I would pull out some chairs and we sat and talked for over an hour.

I can’t say that Robert accepted Christ’s sacrifice right then and there, but I can say that our conversation made a difference in his life. Robert had a terrible childhood – the kind they write sad books or movies about. His wife died and his son hasn’t spoken to him in years. He goes to the soup kitchen and food pantry and goes home and that’s about it. He told me that he hadn’t had a legitimate conversation in years. We talked about anything because he was just so happy to be talking. I can’t wait to see him again. When I asked him if I could pray for him, all that he asked was that I pray that he could see his son again. 

So please, I’d ask you all to pray for Robert, and also that he and his son be reconciled. 

And one last story, I promise. 

Thursday, my crew finally got to play with kids and help lead a VBS that that citadel was putting on. The kids took to my crew quickly and we spent most of the afternoon playing in a sprinkler and a kiddy pool, so we were completely drenched, but it was awesome! One of my guys, Sam, helped lead the kids in some songs, both of which had hand motions. And it was awesome to see the kids grow from timid, to asking him to sing the songs over and over again. He seriously sang the songs like 50 times each. It truly warmed my heart to watch my team just love on the kids with everything inside of them. The whole day was spent centered around the kids, and it was a perfect end to an already great week.

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Another Adventure!

So, as promised, I am attempting to update this weekly for you all. I arrived in NYC Sunday night and spent a few days hanging out with my parents and visiting my brother, who lives here in the city. Then Wednesday afternoon, I made my way to Harlem to begin preparations for the summer. It’s been a couple of hot and busy days, but I think we’re all incredibly happy and excited to be here. It’s an incredible community, which you can read more about at our team blog HERE. As I am in charge of the team blog, I didn’t feel like repeating a lot of what I say there on my own blog, so always be sure to check that blog. I spent a lot of time on it. :-)

This week, we will have two teams at three primary locations. I am in charge of the location we have in the Bronx. We have only spent a few minutes there, so I won’t be able to tell you a ton about it yet, but I am really excited to be partnering there. My team will be doing some small work projects, helping with the soup kitchen, the choice pantry, and the kids club. We will be busy, but it should be a really fulfilling time for the teams. We are also the only team that will have to take the subway everyday, so I’d love prayers for that. It’s a super easy route, but making sure my teams are smart and safe makes things a little more difficult.

Our teams arrive tomorrow afternoon, and I am a crazy mixture of excited and nervous to begin our first week. My teammates are great, and I think we will continue to work well together, even when things get stressful. 

Also, I think I should have convinced my Dad to let me borrow his pedometer for the summer. Only city folk and waiters/waitresses will understand how sore my feet are by the end of the day! Ooh boy. But I am really growing to love this city and its people. I have made some friends in the corp already. One is a sweet woman who reminds me of my friend Jotty from PNG. They have both been incredibly welcoming to me, are beautiful, intelligent, and are huge on giving back to their communities to make them better places. And the majors, lieutenants, and captains we work with are all kindhearted, a little sassy, knowledgeable, and will prove to be vital contacts throughout the summer. Please keep them all in your prayers, as well as the teams who will come through, and the people we will serve. After all, this summer isn't worth anything if we aren't glorifying the Lord.

Keep in touch! I love hearing from you all!

New York

Wow. Yeah, it's been a while.
BUT I will be blogging a bunch this summer. I will primarily be using the blog emnyc13.wordpress.com   but for anything more personal, I will still use this good old blog.
So get ready.

I'll be serving in Harlem, NYC this summer with a group called Experience Mission. And I am so incredibly excited I could explode. Having to wait a few weeks to leave is going to be a struggle. In other news, I graduated college Saturday. Who'da thunk?

So more about the trip. I will be serving as the Construction Coordinator and sharing the position of Outreach Coordinator with two of my three teammates. That means it's my job to make sure that the short term teams who come in have work to do. We will partner with members of the community and focus on working WITH the community, so that our outreach is wanted, effective, and maintains the dignity of the individuals with whom we'll work. It's more about relationships than quantity. We're about loving people, not "saving" them.

I am excited and nervous about this opportunity. I know it will be great, but that it will also be extremely difficult — I have been entrusted with a lot of responsibility, and after a long, difficult semester, I'm not sure if I have what it takes to do everything. But God's power is made perfect in our weakness, right? (2 Cor. 12:9)

So, if you want to partner with me, I'd love your prayer and/or words of encouragement.

And, if you desire to partner with me financially, you can support my work through an easy online donation:

"For your convenience, Experience Mission has made it possible for you to personally sponsor me online by going to http://www.experiencemission.org/donate/donate.asp?section=Intern&UserId=SSAW1000 and following the steps indicated.  Your tax deductable receipt will be mailed to you in a year-end statement."

 The internship is paid, but EM is allowing me to raise up to an additional $1,500 because they recognize the financial needs of students. Which brings me to my next point:

I'll be starting graduate school in the fall. I'll be working toward my MA in Bioethics in Chicago. Can you believe that? Time has certainly flown by and I don't feel old enough to be onto this next step, but here I am. I'd love your prayers for that as well.

Any questions? Just want to catch up? Let me know! I'd love to hear from you!