The most unforgettable voyage in my life thus far, is a weeklong mission trip that I took with my church youth group. This is a very memorable time for me for two reasons imparticularly. The first reason is because it was my first mission trip, of any sort, away from home. The second reason is because it was the week that I heard shocking news about a family member of mine.
This mission trip took place during the beginning of the summer after my sophmore year in high school. My church youth group and I visited a small city, Cherokee, NC, in the Cherokee mountains. There, in the mountains, the temperature was not too humid, but equally hot.
Throughout the week we were there, half of the youth group held Vacation Bible School sessions every day from nine in the morning to three in the afternoon for the kids belonging to the church and any possible friends they may want to bring along. During Vacation Bible School, we would talk to the kids about who they thought Jesus was and what he meant to them and their families. Many of the children were under the age of thirteen, so we were entertaining them and trying to inform them a little more about religion, while their parents’ were at work or off doing errands. We scheduled a snack break, a lunch break, and many games for them to play relating to their faith in between the talks so they had the opportunity to learn something, while they were having fun at the same time.
The other half of the youth group, which I was part of all except for one day of the week, did some things to help clean up around the ghost town. We would get up and have breakfast somewhere together that we all agreed on. Then completed the activity already intended for the day to help the families in the vicinity of the church. We would take a lunch break around noon, then get straight back to work after our food was settled. Although these activities did not feel like work to me, I know they helped others out tremendously. They...
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