A WORKER IN HIS FIELD

A year ago I was a college senior sitting in my school’s career center taking different assessments to figure out my life’s plan and what career paths would best suit me.  After two weeks of quizzes, personality tests, and an in-depth look at what I do and don’t value, I got my results.

My highest rated career match was a financial analyst. “Okay,” I thought. “I’m good with numbers and analytical-type work, so this makes sense.”  But it was the second match, which came in a close second, that really threw me off. What was it you ask?

Farmer.

THE LORD GAVE AND THE LORD TAKES AWAY… PART 2

When I left my job to become a Life Teen missionary, I was sad to leave the patients whom I loved so much, people with no memory who sit in wheelchairs all day. Now I get to enjoy a Haitian priest in a wheelchair, with memory loss, who I get to meet each day over and over again. God sometimes takes good things away from us only to give us even better things. I loved my job but I desired to be a full-time missionary. Now I get to enjoy the aspects of my job that I liked most while being a full-time missionary. God has gifted me with Fr. Dumas who brings so much joy to my heart. I am so thankful for the blessing he is to me, my family, and all the other missionaries at our base. 

THE MUCKSTER

The MUCKSTER is a small swamp outside one of our main retreat buildings. The swamp surrounds the building like a miniature moat and Is blocked off by a small stone wall. The problem is that the sneaky MUCKSTER looks so similar to the dry safe land around it that teens are constantly stepping over the small wall into a very muddy situation.  

I despise the MUCKSTER and needless to say all of us missionaries are brainstorming ways to keep it from swallowing up teens. Yet, strangely enough, though it pains me to say it, God has somehow managed to bring great blessing to me from this swamp. How could this be!?

IT MOVED!

However, after some affirmation from my fellow missionaries at the end of the first night of the retreat, and some quick thinking and creative tactics from my teaching days at Presentation College, day two of the retreat had brought a cry of relief. IT MOVED! This huge obstacle of distraction and structure in these boys life had been broken down so that they could run free through the mountains of Covecrest to experience a God who just simply wanted to take them on an adventure.

IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS

I think the best part about loving someone is the little things you do for them. For me, it’s when someone randomly pays for coffee. For Jonathan and many of our teens, it’s that we care about what they care about, like soccer games or hat designs for a play. 

Love thinks about the little things.

THE FATHER AND THE PRODIGAL SONS

The past two weeks we have been doing formation on a book by Henri Nouwen called The Return of the Prodigal Son. This book journeys through the personal reflection Nouwen has while reflecting on a painting of the prodigal son done by Rembrandt.

As we have been studying this book I have had to ask myself, what is the parable of the Prodigal Son really about?

THE LORD GAVE AND THE LORD TAKES AWAY… PART ONE

At our mission base, one of our biggest ministries is home visits. We visit local families, share the Word with them, and let it penetrate our hearts as we discuss what we’ve read. On these visits we also see various needs people have and try our best to alleviate them. Each missionary has favorite families they like to visit. For me, it was Ti Milo and Tyson, 2 different young men with severe physical disabilities, both homebound. People in such situations are very dear to my heart. 

A ROCKY ROAD

What if today I too left behind my every “if only:” The ‘if only’ of my past, the ‘if only’ I call fears, the small ‘if only’ of every day… ? What if I refused to shout, “The rocks are upside down!” and shouted out instead a resounding, “Thank you God!” for all these rocks!? 

BRICK BY BRICK

As I helped knock down the physical wall I was able to see the fullness of what had happed over the weekend and in my life. The wall was a representation of what happened internally to each guy on the retreat, including myself. The walls of their hearts were broken down with the help of their brothers and God.