I’m 26 and I was raised in church. I personally became a believer around 15 years ago. I work for an agency of the Kentucky Baptist Convention, I went to Christian colleges, and I’m a seminary student. Yet, last month was the first time I experienced an overseas mission trip. And it was to London, England.
It’s funny, though, because this mission trip didn’t look like what I thought a normal mission trip would. I didn’t lead music at a Backyard Bible Club with 12 central American children flocked around me. I didn’t go into homes of those dying of AIDS in a third world country and deliver hospice buckets, sharing the gospel with someone who literally had one last chance to hear it.
I wasn’t forced to eat deep fried crickets out of kindness for someone’s hospitality (although I did have to pick around baked beans on my breakfast plate… and like eewww). I slept in a hotel, not a hut. I even drank tap water. My team and I definitely weren’t roughing it.
But the mission of this mission trip became dear to my heart. As I boarded my flight home I was encouraged and challenged. A few things stuck out to me. Continue reading “Reflections from London”