I returned last friday night from Power Plant project in New York City, New York…
It was long, painful, and tiring. It drained me physically and emotionally. Let me break this down for you guys:
Fifteen people, twelve teenagers and three adults, pulled out of our church parking lot at about 1:00 P.M. on friday, July 18. We drove from our South Carolina town to Waldorf, Maryland. Then, Saturday morning we drove through to Queens borrow, NYC.
Sunday morning, we boarded the subway for the first time, and made our way to Manhattan for church. Because our Missionary’s church wasn’t meeting on Sunday, we attended The Journey Church, NYC. Great service. The service ended at eleven, and since our schedule had nothing until like 5:00, we had time. We went to Carnegie Hall, Radio City Music Hall, Rockefeller Center, and Times Square. Awesome.
Monday- Thursday began with showers at 5:30, breakfast at 7. Personal quiet times at 8:15, a church service called ‘The Gathering’ at 9:15, Church group time at 10:30, lunch at noon, and we left for ministry sites at one.
Let me set up our ministry site for you. We hopped on the R train, and headed farther into Queens. We ended up in a neighborhood called Jackson Heights, and pictured above, is an area our Church planter called Mars Hill. we would prayer walk and shop, just to talk to people and pray for them. Then we would visit a temple. Sounds weird, but our church planter wanted us to learn about the religions in the culture we were ministering to. Jackson Heights is the South Asian community in NYC. Buddhism, Sikhism, Hinduism, and Islam are the main belief systems there. we visited a Hindu, Sikh, and Buddhist temple. We prayed for their salvation, and learned about what they believe. Then, we headed to a park a few blocks away. Wednesday and Thursday we did a Soccer camp and face painting. We shared the gospel with the kids and saw resistance from parents and bystanders. The devil was there, but he cool thing is that, God was there too. That’s so amazing.
We’d come back to the school every night and talk about the day. That was pretty much my week.
Why do we go on missions?
It is pretty simple, actually.
“Go therefore, and make disciples of all nations…”
“YOU shall be my witnesses in Jerusalem, Judea, Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”
It sure ain’t about me that i went to New York. I went because people need Jesus. And even though I didn’t bring anyone to Christ, I planted seeds, and sometimes, that can change a person’s life.
That’s all for now!