This is my telling of my experience on the Boone First United Methodist Church Youth Group’s Mission Trip to Houston (Vidor). There were 18 people on the mission trip and all of them experienced the mission trip in a completely different way than I did.
Therefore, you should pull your tired bones out of bed on Sunday, July 8 and drag yourself to the basement of the Boone First United Methodist Church (703 Arden Street) between worship services (approximately 10 AM) and listen to the other 17 people give their testimony about the mission trip. I’ll probably run my yap as well. There will also be a video. Also, there will be refreshments.
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The Cowboys had breakfast prep. This means that you have to be in the kitchen by 6:45 to make breakfast for everybody. I like having this chore on Monday because it gets it out of the way early. Although truth is that the only chore I don’t really like is Building Maintenance because it involves cleaning toilets. I have that in common with many of my co-workers and the employees at that Road Ranger in Illinois.
This was my day in pictures:
Kolbe and Jordan cutting lunch supplies. Everybody makes and packs their own lunch. You eat lunch at your work site.
Anna bageling.
Mackenzie, right on time!
The Schoff Boys waiting for breakfast.
The breakfast prep team has to do a little skit to announce what is for breakfast in the morning. We had cereal.
The Heat Waves had breakfast cleanup. Andy and Emily doing dishes.
Andy doing dishes.
Jentry.
Hailey clearing the tubs.
Donovan changing garbage.
Heat Waves cleaning up after everybody had packed their lunch.
Not going to lie, the Cowboys got probably the easiest work assignment. While most groups installed insulation and hung drywall, we puttied, caulked, and painted. Lots of window trim and doors.
Kolbe puttying.
Megan puttying.
Anna painting trim.
Mackenzie and Tiffany painting doors.
Lunch!
Megan and Cousin Kari painting doors.
Kolbe!
Anna!
Jordan and Anna!
It still hadn’t stopped raining!
A masterpiece.
Mackenzie!
Anna knocking out that door.
Jake from Missouri.
Megan!
Pretty flower!
The Cowboys didn’t come to play (okay maybe a little bit)!
More closet action!
Cleaning up for the day!
More cleanup!
Mackenzie was our inventory master!
A hard day’s work.
More hard workers!
A FEMA trailer. The woman who’s house we were working on lives in the FEMA trailer. She is 91 years old. I sent this picture to Flat Earth Joe because he believes that eventually we will all be rounded up into FEMA camps. If recent events are any indication, those FEMA camps will be abandoned Wal-Marts and Toys’r’Uses, but I wanted him to see FEMA at work.
Long shot of clean up.
We took people to Sonic. That meant somebody had to go out in the rain to get the van.
Guess who that was?
Sonic!
This game is called Signs. Megan is really, really bad at it. She was always in the middle.
YouthWorks has a nightly cultural event. This was easily the weakest that we ever had. Monday night’s cultural event was listening to a speaker from Nehemiah’s Vision. She came to the building we were staying at and spoke for about 15 minutes. The bonus was that there was more free time before worship in free time.
Not pictured: Kolbe really likes the song CARAVAN and the boys from the other churches really, really like the song COUNTRY ROADS.
Chris running, he looks like a lineman from the 70’s stellars defense….beast
Are there any southern baptist getting this blog?
Not to my knowledge. My sister Teresa is engaged to a southern Baptist.
I have a follower in Texas, but he is Methodist and one in Arkansas, but she is Catholic.
I went to a Southern Baptist church service once. We left after 3 hours. It was still going on.