Vulnerability

Grove high school mission trips were phenomenal times. Although it wasn't 40 days, we at least had 7 to 10 days of spiritual growth.  Cherished heirloom growth.  Departing from the church was a game of tetrus of both people into cars/vans and massive amounts of luggage and box fans.  Of course we had usual musical instruments and cookies.  Thank goodness for Cassie who would always grab several dozen for protection.  Quick picture of the motley group and off we went to our first stop, usually a church to bunk and eat at mid point, sometimes in the middle of nowhere.   Usually we would try to do something fun like white water rafting, theme park, beach, or fishing allowing somewhat of a mini vacation.  The time was very purposefully designed.  Bonding, fellowship, and breaking down all barriers created through the year of high school drama and social hierarchy.  It really was amazing how well that process happened when they revealed their real self.  Of course FOOD, always cooking together.  Of course PRANKS!!  Underwear on the flagpole (hopefully clean) was always a good one to generate laughs.  Perhaps we should invest more in a bit of frivolity these days.  

 Upon arrival at our mission destination, we would get settled in, explore a bit, and of course the kids would go off trying to meet new friends.  Schedule was tight to begin the fun.  We were provided a handbook of planned scriptures and itinerary.  Messages, music, singing, group dances, all created the opportunity to explore one's soul. Finally, we were placed in work groups which was a compilation of other churches youth groups. Again, a furthering of growth, no comfort zones allowed.   First day was the beginning of the journey.  Monday's were always exciting as we met our "victim".  I mean the most generous person on earth who would allow a bunch of high school students to paint or do other construction projects on their house.  Focus was never the project, focus was on Jesus, relationship building, and self actualization.  As adults if our project was painting, we expected to have paint on our arms, legs, and for me being bald on my forehead.  Construction jobs, well just being prepared for cuts, bruises, and hopefully no ALS injury was key.  Of course, ensuring enough food and drinks were mustered by our appointed quartermaster was key.  Sometimes I would leave it on the sidewalk too.  Mile down the road I would ask where's lunch and the deafening silence made the point on accountability - lesson learned.

 All the day's work, lessons, care cards, and sports (no one could beat Grove's Frisbee Football team) were key to the night's ending.  Physical body was tired.  Mental health was non resistant and open to real growth.  Most importantly, no cell phones.  In the dark of the night, we would circle for evening service.  It was our youth's time to be free, reflective, vulnerable and close to Jesus.  We would always sing, have a brief sermon, and read scripture.    As a final act, our discussions became deep, real, and meaningful often turning emotions to tears.  

 In later years, I think Kelly Weitzel said it best in a letter.  "No matter who you were or where you came from, I doubt anyone can deny that the mission trips were always such a humbling reality check.  To spend all day in the hot sun doing service with teams of people you didn't know was such a growing experience.  It pushed all of our comfort zones.  For me, it was so rewarding, satisfying, and refreshing to spend an entire week not focusing on anything related to myself, except my faith.  My favorite part of the trips by far was our night time discussions.  I still remember how eye opening and comforting it was to hear everyone open up and really express their raw emotions and feelings.  We motivated each other, pushed ourselves, inspired, and loved each other."

 He already knows, just let it go and become vulnerable.

Todd Gibson