Jeremiah Project Research Paper

My first mission trip was five years ago when I was in eighth grade. Both my sisters and brother had gone on various mission trips and the one to Detroit was my first opportunity. On that trip we worked on fixing up a couple churches that held youth group events. My team and I weeded, painted, planted flowers, organized and cleaned the churches different offices and activity rooms during the first couple days of the week long trip, the second half of the week, my team and I consisting of middle schoolers, put on a day camp for the kids around the area to play games, do crafts, eat lunch, listen to worship music and a message. It was a great experience because the adults gave the responsibility of leading the camp to us kids. As far as cultural differences, they were mild as Detroit is only a few hours away. The housing many families were living in was not to the standard

Jeremiah was born around 650 B.C. The son of Hilkiah, a priest from the town of Anathoth, in a small village located North of Jerusalem in the territory of Benjamin.The meaning of his name is “Yahweh Exalts” and “Yahweh Throws”. His career is believed to have started when he was around twenty or twenty three years of age. The book begins with an account of Jeremiah was called to be a prophet even before Jeremiah was born Yahweh had a plan or purpose for him to fulfill. There is much information known about Jeremiah’s personal life as a prophet than any other in the Old Testament because he has give glimpses into his thinking, concerns, and frustrations.

I found this chance to help people a way to get to know the people in my youth group, but I learned so much more than I thought I would. What amazed me the most out of everything on this trip was the willingness of kids my age to help those around them. During that week in Denver, I also had the chance to meet some of the other youth from other cities in Missouri. A lot of them whom had remarkable stories. Their reasons for helping out during this mission trip were much greater than my own, I was astounded. They had told me about their past, the struggles and valleys that they had gone through that lead them to help those who are going through the same situations or worse. One story struck me the most. One about a boy and a past fight with drug abuse. He said that one day he felt this indescribable jolt and he just lost it. He broke down and asked himself what he was doing with his life. After asking around and seeking help, he went to the local church one Sunday. That was when he met the youth leader that helped him through his

Much to my surprise, it had not taken a lot to convince my dad to let me tag along on a mission trip to Guatemala with him. The company my dad worked for, Family Christian Stores, held multiple mission trips each year to various locations. My dad had already been to Mexico, and was assigned to a group going to Guatemala next. Upon learning that I wanted to go, he assured me that it would not be a trip full of sightseeing or activities, but rather a time to give back to a community in need. After promising that I understood the hard work that would be involved, my dad agreed to let me

It gave me a glimpse of what it will be like when I am a teacher someday, and I was able to share with a younger generation one of my passions. The week of the camp I worked for approximately thirty-five hours. The actual camp was twelve hours, and the rest was planning the activities for our classes. I was in charge of teaching voice and directing the play for the end of the week. It was a lot of hard work, and a lot of the kids were hesitant to participate at first, but in the end it was rewarding because when I see these kids in the community they see me and usually give me a hug or tell me how much they loved the

However, the hardest thing to deal with at camp is the kids that are from broken homes. It is difficult to be so blatantly aware that a young child is suffering and is not loved at home. Camp is very draining both physically and emotionally. I have worked many weeks but I could not look forward to a paycheck. I had to find something to keeps me going and that thing is that at the core of my values and beliefs is concern for others and knowing through service and love I can make their week the best it can be. Just as the staff at Dallas Valley impacted my life, I hope to have meaningfully helped and inspired my campers. This experience has taught me that not all hard work or good deeds are seen but they are worth more than the recognition. I learned there is so many more important things in life than making money. I am very grateful to have worked at camp. I can now take the people skills, the patience, and the responsibility I learned at camp and use it at school, at home, and in the work force. Moreover, I have solidified my values of integrity, service and

I went on my first mission trip when I was thirteen years old. As a child myself, I did not fully understand the inequalities I saw; I merely recognized they were there. I felt a deep empathy for the children who had lived vastly different and harder lives than me. There were kids my own age who wore shoes that were three sizes too small, who walked a mile to school, and who faced constant adversity socially, economically, and personally. I questioned: what made us so different that I would never share a similar experience?

The Kingdom of Ezekiel is found in Olympia, Greece it is a beautiful and peaceful place. It is a place where everyone is happy and because of this everyone wants to live here; however, there are only one thousand five hundred people that live here. Hercules rules all of Ezekiel with Megara (his wife) at his side. People who live in Ezekiel loves Hercules and Megara because they treat everyone with equality. Also, Hercules has protected the people from many dangerous monsters and this is another reason why the people love him. Many Greeks worship numerous Gods, but the people of Ezekiel only worshiped one God and his name was Zeus. In Ezekiel, the people worship Zeus by having the olympic games and by sacrificing animals. They did this because

This case centers around the legality of early labor unions. Jeremiah Home, a member of the Boston Society of Journeymen Bootmakers, refused to pay a fine for violating the group's rules in 1839. The society persuaded Home's employer to fire him because of this. As a result, Home brought charges of criminal conspiracy against the society.

After worship at church, our team rented a Mercedes van and a minivan. It was my first time in a van and it was pretty cool. This van was especially large and could seat 18 people. During the time we were on the road, I got to read a book, talk with my dad, and talk with my friends. We got to eat dinner at Chipotle and we drove to the church. We passed the houses, which were very small. Some of them of them had a weather-beaten and rundown look. Finally, we arrived at Eight Street Community Church..

When I was first awoken before 8:00 a.m on a Monday morning in July, it is not hard to imagine how unamused I was. My mom had signed me up to volunteer for two weeks at the Munroe Meyer Institute at the University of Nebraska Medical Center. Their summer camp for kids with special needs ages three and a half through twenty-one had become my home for the next week. This camp provides an summer camp experience for kids who would not otherwise have one. The campers are divided into groups with staff and volunteers as well. A volunteer at Camp Monroe has a new buddy every day they help their buddy with tasks, offer encouragement, and give simple direction when needed. The activities for the campers include: swimming, cooking, sports, creative

When I was in 9th grade, my family went on a missions trip to Nicaragua. This was not an ordinary one though. Instead of just going for a week or two, we went down for six months as a whole family. My parents, my brother, my 3 sisters and I all went into this experience wanting to serve, but not knowing quite what it would look like. When we got there, we encountered extreme poverty unlike anything we had seen here in the United States. While there, we painted countless schools, did art projects at countless others, worked with the local lending libraries, and simply loved on the kids down there to the best of our abilities. When the trip was over, I left with a feeling that I had somehow failed. I felt as though I had not given my all to

This past summer, I had the privilege to go on my very first mission trip to Arlington, Texas with my youth group. One Wednesday night, my youth pastor told us that we were going on a mission trip to Arlington, Texas to serve alongside the Mission Arlington workers. I have always felt the calling to go out of the country to serve others, so this was the perfect opportunity to get a taste of the mission life. I started to prepare in advance by praying for my youth group to be spiritually ready, praying for the children I was going to meet, and praying that the will of God would be done. So on July 16, 2016, we took the long haul to Mission Arlington Metroplex.

Over the years, I have had the great pleasure of taking part in several things that have turned out to be incredible learning experiences. One of the things that I have begun to do in recent years is going on a mission trip with the youth group at my church every year. Starting in the summer of 2013, we have taken about a week out of our summer each year to assist in the clean-up of natural disasters for less fortunate families. Surprisingly, these unpleasant, hot, humid, and smelly days have been some of the most memorable experiences that I have ever taken part in and have taught me an important social lesson. I learned, and relearn every summer, the importance of giving to those who are less fortunate than myself in any way that I am able to.

In spring of 2016, my youth group and I began planning a trip to a neighboring city. This wasn’t just any trip however, we were going on a mission. Each of us there were bound and determined to