Showing posts with label Mission Trip NYC 2016. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mission Trip NYC 2016. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Mission Trip 2016 ~ New York City {Final Recap}

As our week drew to a close in New York City, the Lord brought into clearer focus for me
several little thought-of facts about mission work in a "foreign" land.
These things challenged me.
Challenged me to pray more consistently.
To find ways to give more generously.
To encourage folks back home to get up and go help missionaries even
if it is only on a short-term trip.
To be bolder in sharing the gospel more lavishly in my own community.


1.)  No matter where a missionary is called to go, whether in their own country
or not, it's a lonely position.

Whenever you relocate anywhere, it can be hard making close friends.
Especially when your neighbors speak an entirely different language,
and their cultures are different.
When you pack up and leave the tiny little town you've only ever known,
the familiar streets, your neighbors, friends, and co-workers to move to
giant place that moves very fast and doesn't seem very friendly.
I was struck with how effective it was for those missionaries we worked with
 to immerse themselves in the culture of New York City
 and to be creative in finding ways
to build a rapport with the locals.
That takes perseverance, determination, and much patience.
None of the churches we visited were your typical, huge, faithfully attended,
multi-facility and activity heavy Baptist churches very common
 in every city of the South.
When walking is the primary mode of transportation, and the street is the only place to park,
you change up your service times to accommodate the needs of your people.
When your buildings are very old, and you are the only staff member you learn
to be creative with what little money is given to keep the repairs up.
Having close friendships at your church can be difficult when attendance
is sparse and the locals don't make church attendance a priority yet
or are still deciding if they want to switch to your church.



2.)   Being a missionary in your home country does not make the work
any easier.
In fact, that could possibly make it even more challenging.
In a third world country, people are naturally drawn to you because
they are curious about the color of your skin or the possessions
you might own simply because you grew up in the United States.
Not so in New York City.
You look and sound exactly like them.
Your culturally different neighbors may not find you as much of a novelty.
It seemed to me that you would really have to put yourself out there, intentionally,
to reach the lost around you.
I noticed that there were always people shoving things into our hands,
or someone entertaining on the subway trains, or someone trying to sell you something.
I imagine that after encountering that day in and day out, you would want to ignore it.
Most everyone on the trains found wearing a pair of earphones
 an effective way of blocking out the world around them.
Reaching the lost in a place like that requires taking
the time to talk to people.
I was mildly surprised at how friendly and engaging most New Yorkers are.
I don't know who started the rumor that they are cold, snobby, and indifferent,
but they probably didn't notice that these people are running
 a frenetic pace of life
and are simply worn down, weary, and empty.
So many of the people that I talked to, from the breakfast lady in the hotel
 to a gentleman on the subway, have to work 7 days a week.
Many of them with many hours of commuting on mass transportation.
In all kinds of weather.
Which leaves very little time for parenting and investing in a marriage.
I did not see lots of children.
There were children, of course, but the farther you went into the heart of 
New York City, the fewer you saw.
I often wondered why people would intentionally choose to live such a
frenzied life.
Then I heard the story of the man from Bangladesh.
Who won the lottery in his country and came to New York.
He bought a small convenience store and eventually brought his family over.
He said he would never go back to Bangladesh.




3.)  Learning your way around mass transportation, which really is not optional
in New York City, takes a mighty act of God's grace in your life!
It blew my mind how well our team leaders understood the layout of the city
and recognized train stations and could always find where we needed to be
at the right time.
We only took the wrong train a couple times, but we never missed our stop!!



4.) We often think the "job" of the missionary is to win the lost.
To bring in great swaths of harvest into God's family.
But what if you don't see but one or two accept Christ as Savior a year?
Maybe none?
Does that mean they must not be doing their job right?


What if you are called to simply throw out the seed?
Let God do the watering and someone else reap the harvest?


I witnessed first hand how being a missionary anywhere takes perseverance,
patience, and determination, and at the end-of-the-day, you may come home with no fruit to show.
We heard that it often takes people of the Muslim faith 10 years from the first
time they hear the name of Jesus to the time 
they are ready to become a Child of God!
TEN YEARS!!
That's where faith and trust comes in.
Faith and trust in the Word of God that says "His Word will not return void."
That that church flyer you find thrown on the ground might actually be picked up
by someone else who will in turn visit your church because they wanted
to see what so upset the person that tore it up and threw it away!!


We did not see many saved on this mission trip.
But the seeds scattered throughout this massive city were innumerable.
The lessons in pushing through physical exhaustion (we walked nearly 5 miles everyday not
counting the train rides), and teamwork were invaluable in the lives of each team member.
Trying new ways of sharing the Gospel gave each of us a new desire to 
go home and share with our neighbors.
Exposure to many different cultures that are not common in our home state
gave us a new understanding of why they do
some of the things they do.
The books we read in preparation for this trip (Hudson Taylor's Spiritual Secret\and
All Out for God) challenged our faith and desire to live a life
singularly focused for God's glory!


God changed my life and heart on this trip.
Seeing it firsthand and meeting the people of this great city has given
me a love for this place that surprised me!!
We will never regret the investment this was in the lives of our girls,
and how their worldview was impacted through this!
It truly was "the adventure of a lifetime!"


Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Mission trip 2016 ~ New York City {Part 4}

Our final, full day in New York City.
The majority of our team had spent the last 10 days in rigorous training sessions,
 hours of unusual (and sometimes uncomfortable) ministry opportunities, 
and miles of walking and train hopping.
Today, we were going to be full-fledged tourists and see the sights 
of the "Big Apple."
What an adventure!!


When in doubt of your route.....here's your sign.



From Queens into Manhattan, it was about a 45 minute train ride.


It was a wonderfully comfortable morning, and the ferry landing was very busy.


As in most every place we went in this teeming city, there was somebody trying 
 to hand you something here.  Whether it was a gospel flyer,
or product information, or a high-five.  Most New Yorkers were very gracious and 
took what was being handed to them, and some of them even looked
at what was in their hand.  But for many of them, it was so common place,
so a part of the rushed culture there, they simply ignored the offer and hurried
on their way.

Not so with this lady.  She stood right by the seating area in the ferry station
and literally preached about sin and the need of Jesus Christ in our lives.
She was determined to be heard and moved everywhere the crowd moved
including onto the ferry.


How exciting to be on a ferry 
in New York Harbor!!



 For many of us this was our first time seeing this part of our great land, 
 yet we were immediately able to recognize Ellis Island!!


And there she was.....off in the distance!!



"In New York Harbor,
stands a lady,
with her torch raised to the sky!
And all who see her,
knows she stands for liberty for you and me."


Lunch was only 5 bucks here!!!
Another myth about New York City shattered!!!






My favorite picture of Lower Manhattan.
You can easily pick out the Freedom Tower on the left with the tallest point
in memory of the twin towers.


Once we were back on land, the race began.
So much to see here with such little time left.
I was so thankful for experienced leaders who knew exactly where
we were going and the shortest route to get there!!



Inside Rockefeller Center on our way up to the observation deck!


How to see ALL of New York City in just a few short minutes!


The Empire State Building


Looking down onto the famous St. Patrick's Cathedral.



Looking down on Central Park!






Below (where the two guys are standing in the middle of the picture) is where
the giant Christmas tree is set up every year.






The bronze statue of Atlas located across the street from
St. Patrick's Cathedral on 5th avenue.


St. Patrick's Cathedral at the ground level.


In no way was I prepared for our next stop.



15 years ago, on September 11, I was pregnant with my third baby and had two toddlers
running around the house.
I watched in increasing horror the events of that tragic day and will
never forget as I wept uncontrollably with the rest of the world as those towers came
crashing down on thousands of innocent firemen, policemen, and working citizens.
When we walked into this area, it all came back to me in vivid scenes.
The people jumping for the their lives and free falling 80 stories to the ground.
The miles of people walking the Brooklyn Bridge because all mass transportation
had been shut down.
Our President standing atop the heaps of twisted metal with smoke
billowing up behind him, defying the forces of evil that caused
such senseless, unimaginable horror.
I never dreamed that one day I would be standing at the very location it all happened.
I couldn't stop the breath choking in my throat, the tears from blinding me.
I almost thought at one point I might pass out.
To be honest, I was pretty embarrassed that I struggled to maintain
my composure in this place, that I succumbed to the ugly cry,
 but it served to remind me why we even were
here in this city.
We live on a sin cursed planet.
The consequences of said sin curse played out in increasing violence every day.
So many people dying.
Senselessly.
Without Christ.
People NEED the Lord.










I was glad I had the privilege of seeing this sobering place,
 and that those two toddlers running around me
on that fateful day were old enough to see it with me,
but I don't think I could ever go back.
It was so incredibly painful.


We wrapped up our sightseeing for day by splitting up into groups.
Some went to Times Square, some to the Lego Store and American Girl Store,
but my group went here:


My girls and I hadn't  been able to get into the new Carlo's bakery in Dallas when it opened in March,
so I was dying to come here and try their version of the cannoli!!
Yummo!!



Success!!!


Our day ended with dinner and fellowship all together at this 
amazing restaurant right on 42nd street!!!


Their interpretation of Texas culture made us all chuckle because
of the stereotypical ideas of Texas in New York!
There were big buffalo and Native American Indians painted in giant
murals on the walls.
This was Ashlyn's "taco salad!"



Missionaries Joey and Leah Clapp.
Love them and their heart for this city!!




Can you see how exhausted we were from our day full of laughter and tears
on our long train ride back to our hotel?!
But what an unforgettable day!!