Experience Mission Blog

Finding 100lbs of rice, beans, and bottles of oil is quite the scavenger hunt.

In some areas, you could smell the mold in the air, and the smell grew stronger as we walked past piles of ruined personal belongings on the side of the road.

It is a very special thing to be able to walk around town and know the people you pass by, and we are just beginning to see all the connections between those people.

We never know how big of an impact we can make simply by using the talents God has given us.

Growth can't always be measured in nuts and bolts. Instead, it is realized in those moments when a community's story is heard and its hope for a better tomorrow is shared.

I saw loving relationships being formed between the mission team and the local pastors because of the over-arching care and love and the unity of our God, present among us.

Every Thursday night, our community partners put on an event dedicated to helping the kids of Gary and the surrounding communities not become victims of their circumstances, and we're lucky enough to be there.

It is so neat to see mission trip teams who are open to letting God work through them and how each person is a small, yet extremely important part in the work that God is doing in the lives of others.

Throughout my time here, I really haven't been able to shake the sense of admiration that I feel for both this city and the people who live in it.

I'm exhausted. Physically drained. Wanting my bed. But God has filled me, content and peaceful.