My Mission Trip to Brazil Ahh to be back in Brazil with the sun, water, and breeze. It was like that sometimes but sometimes we were working, we meaning my family, the Gales(missionary friends), and myself. We flew to Sao Paulo, Brazil, Spring break of 5th grade, with a purpose of sharing the gospel. It was a very different experience with cultural differences such as food, gestures, and traditions. Did you know that if you come to something on time that it is considered rude? It was also different because there they speak Brazilian Portuguese but it was fun and interesting trying to have a conversation. Brazil was a beautiful place. When you a imagine a tropical island or crystal water that is what it looked like. A home we visited had fruit trees in the back with many different fruits such as mangoes and starfruit. They were the best mangos I’ve ever had. The whole trip was just something you would imagine and not think you would ever actually see. …show more content…
When we were there we visited the Guarani Indians on their reservation. It was an eye-opening experience. They had very harsh living conditions with no shoes and trash and feces everywhere. One hut we went into had one mattress with about ten children that slept on it, but the government thought it was good to supply them with a tv. In the back a woman was boiling plants as a medicine for a sick child. Most homes were like this even if the children in them weren’t theirs. They were open to hearing about the gospel especially after we gave all of the kids goodie bags. In the school the children even sang us a song in their own Guarani
Task 1: Using the ITT Tech Virtual Library, locate a news account or other written account of the crime: the abduction and murder of Jessica Lunsford. Kruse, Michael. (February 17, 2009 Tuesday). Only Ruins left where Jessica was killed. St. Petersburg Times (Florida), retrieved from www.lexisnexis.com/hottopics/inacademics Jessica Lunsford was found wrapped in two black trash bags buried in a shallow sandy hole in the yard at 6647 W Snowbird Court.
Through Gates of Splendor, by Abe C. Van Der Puy, is a Christian classic. It is about five daring missionaries who were willing to risk their lives just to spread the gospel to the isolated Aucas. They even financed this mission from their own pockets. They knew that their lives will be in danger, and they still have their families, but they trusted God and still continued their strong desire in life to spread the gospel to the Aucas. It is clearly evident that their lives were not wasted. Many college students volunteered to enter the foreign–mission field, and more Indians came to church in Shandai.
Going to another country can be a little bit scary, especially if you are going to a third world country and you don’t plan on staying in the safe touristy areas. With this blog, I hope to appeal to others who are going on a mission trip to Nicaragua for the first time. Through my personal narrative, I hope to calm those first time jitters that people are inclined to get before doing something outside of their comfort zone. It can help when you have an idea about what you are getting into, but there are some things that no one can understand until they have been there, and that’s okay.
Never have I seen a culture so worried about others rather than themselves, in America it’s all about the individual and making sure we have enough for our families and our mouths to feed, but for the Indians it’s almost as if they are all one giant family. They focus not on themselves but the group itself, and each member has their own duty that benefits the tribe, no is excluded and I think that's the beauty of it
20 minutes later we were in the jungle.Walking around looking for some new animals.A little later that afternoon we had heard some footsteps and a language we didn’t understand.But i knew what the language was it was some koreansomewhere else to hide.Hi my names Nathan Williams but my friends call me nate.I guess I can’t lie to you.I really don’t have that many friends.I only have two friends I guess moving from usa to brazil has affected me a lot.You may not know the reason we moved away but her it goes.Since our new President in 2032 decided to threaten north korea by nukeing them and theres been a war for at least 10 years.Because of that reason my dad had decided to move away and come and live in brazil.About my two friends we were heading
We were at the border between Mexico and America. I had never been here before and I was anxious. There were so many police walking around. We were going to the place where my dad lived when he was younger. This has shaped me into the person I am today because I saw how hard it is to live over there. I met a lot of my relatives. The food over there was so much better.
In January of 2015, I experienced a mission trip in Guatemala. Although the trip taught me a lot about both myself, and the people and culture of Guatemala, one of the more prominent realizations I had was that the Guatemalan children had so little resources to get a quality education in life, yet they were still eager to learn. For example, each child was required to wear a pair of black dress shoes to school. Since many could not afford to pay for these shoes, they each walked to the missionary compound, no matter how far, to get a free pair of shoes that were offered. Additionally, many of the kids were more inclined to attend a short church lesson after eating dinner than play with their friends. After experiencing this dramatic change
The country was foreign, a first for me. Dilapidation and ruin scattered the horizon as far as one could see. Guatemala is a place where poverty has a strong grasp on its people. We traveled tirelessly for hours to reach the poorest of the poor. Upon arrival old, young, and natives of all shapes and sizes formed receiving lines, eager to welcome us with gifts of smiles and gratitude. It was an experience that forever changed me. This was the first time I had stepped outside the boundaries of the American culture into a world where nothing is taken for granted. Each day spent on my mission trip brought a fresh awareness of gratefulness. Any pre-trip reluctance quickly became a vague memory as my emotions welled within bring a fresh change to
My trip to a third world country opened my eyes to see that everyone is not as blessed as we are here in America. Nicaragua is a very poor country. People in Nicaragua are robbed of the luxuries we Americans have. Such as, simply, having three meals a day. Most people have to travel far just to find food to bring home to their families. I felt like God had called me to go to these people not so I can bless them, yet so they can bless me and my eyes would be opened.
Members of the youth group from Henderson Hills Baptist Church were split into two groups over Spring Break, one of which served in Nicaragua, and the other of which served in Belgium. The decision of which students went where was decided by (youth group leaders?), but students were able to apply specifically for which trip they preferred.
Geoffrey Chaucer was a prominent figure within English Literature during the Middle Ages, and is regarded as one of the greatest English poets. Among Chaucer’s works, The Canterbury Tales is arguably one of his most famous pieces. In this fictional work, there is a collection of over 20 stories that are told by pilgrims who are on their way to the Cathedral at Canterbury. It is written in Middle English at the end of the 14th century, during the Hundred Years’ War. It is a story-telling competition between pilgrims, as they travel together on their pilgrimage for a free meal upon their return. Scholars argue that Chaucer began writing The Canterbury Tales around 1387, and concluded around 1400, when he passed away. However, some Chaucer scholars continued working on the unfinished tales.
Over the summer I went to Tegucigalpa, Honduras, for a Church Mission trip. Our group stayed at a place called El Hogar. El Hogar gives a place for kids who live in very poor families or have no families. El Hogar gives the kids an education and a place to live. My experience there was like most others that have gone but it was special to me. All of the kids welcomed my group with open arms and love, I never wanted to leave. I had seen things and experienced things that I know I would never experience anywhere else. The whole city was riddled with poverty, nothing compared to poverty in USA. Even though the city was very poor it had many beautiful aspects to it, the mountains, the artwork and some of the people too. Even though the kids of
When I was 16 I went on a mission trip to Peru with my mother. I was extremely anxious while boarding the 7 hour plane ride to a continent I’ve never been to. I had barely any idea of what we were going to do or where in Peru we were going. We landed in Lima after a long 7 hours in the middle seat. We met the others who were attending this mission trip at the airport after we landed. We took a terrifying cab ride back to the housing. The roads were incredibly busy and unorganized. The housing was barely housing at all. The rooms were very tiny with very thin walls. Every room was separated by a deck and to walk to different parts of the building such as the bathroom, you had to walk outside. It was incredibly different from what I was used
To my parents, it was a homecoming. They finally reunited with our entire family, spoke their native language, and returned to all the places they once knew so well and missed so dearly. On the other hand, it was essentially my first time there. I thoroughly enjoyed experiencing Argentina and finally getting to be a part of a place that is so much a part of my parents. Despite this, there were aspects of the trip that reminded me I was an outsider. All of the relatives hugging me were strangers. Our conversations were inconsequential due to the language barrier. I felt disconnected from everyone and the country I was in during these
Capital punishment is a brutal, antiquated concept that must be abolished in the name of civilized society. A humane culture cannot abide the organized extermination of human beings in the name of justice. In the United States, dozens of people are put to death every year like stray animals, only perhaps in less humane ways. The methods of capital punishment vary greatly, but none are publicly accepted as humane. Society's support for the death penalty is waning, but there is still enough support in the United States to keep it legal in many states. The death penalty exercises only the most primal instincts to kill and extract revenge in an organized fashion. This is why the death penalty must be