“It is not in our choice to spread the gospel or not. It is our death if we do not.” – Peter Forsyth
“We talk of the second coming, half the world has never heard of the first.” – Oswald J. Smith
Every year my church, New Hope, goes on a mission trip. This year we went to Nicaragua. The goal of these trips is to help youth students deepen their relationship with God, and spread God’s love to the communities in these countries. Nicaragua is the poorest country in Central America and the second poorest in the Western Hemisphere.
This is the third mission trip I’ve been a part of. For the last two year I went to Guatemala, however this year we didn’t because the organization that we were partnering with was not a trustworthy organization. I was a little skeptical about going because I had previously made strong relationships with the people of the Pacaya in Guatemala. I was also very nervous because I didn’t know how it was going to be in Nicaragua, and if the people would be welcoming and safe.
Before we went on the trip, we had to raise $1500 each. It was a group of 20, so we raised $30,000 as a group. With the money, was used it to build a separate area for the kids of the church. That area was like a small dining room and it was named after New Hope.
We arrived in Nicaragua on Sunday, July 30th at 11:00 their time. We left the airport around 11:30 because we had to wait for the bus to come and pick us up. We got to the church we were staying at 11:45. When we got to the church there was so much singing and dancing for us it was like a party just for us. The pastor of the church gave all of us name tags and said we are apart of the family at that church.
We were there for a week. During that week we did so many things. We painted the dining room and put a screen up in it. We also fixed the gutter for the roof and we fed the kids one day. Another thing we did is that we would go on house visits and visit the community. We also went to a giant park there and played with the kids. The last day we were in Nicaragua there was a small party with the community. On the last day, we went to Granada a different city in Nicaragua and we shopped there. Finally, my group went back to the church in Managua and had one final night there. We did nothing special that night but pack our things up and get ready to leave for the airport early the next morning and head back to America.
Going on all these mission trips is extremely humbling. You get to experience a different culture and how their society works when they have nothing or little to nothing. The reason I love going on mission trips is that I love meeting new people. Being able to make relationships with the community you’re staying with has an amazing feeling. You would think that the language barrier would stop such an experience but half the time you don’t even realize it because these people don’t even care that they don’t understand you or you don’t understand them, they are just happy you’re there. Some of the time they even try to learn English so they can communicate with you.