The hike started out great, we literally walked down 500 steps. Then the scary part came. We had to cross over these HUGE boulders with water below us. Now the water wasn’t moving any faster than say the way water would come out of a garden hose but for some reason I became completely paralyzed and my hands and legs were shaking.
I wouldn’t take that first step of faith even though my sisters were lovingly encouraging me along. Eventually, after a lot of convincing, I took the first step . . .
While helping with a bonfire, I was asked a pretty deep question. Usually when faced with something so deep, I change the subject as fast as the question was asked. That night I couldn’t. That night I was put on the spot. I had to answer. That night I had to rise up and answer the way a missionary of the Catholic Church would answer. That night I called upon the Holy Spirit to give me the words to answer. All the formation, all the time I spent learning, serving, praying was preparing me for this
Part of the mission for our first year as Life Teen missionaries can be very difficult. Almost every Friday, different parishes of teens arrive at Camp Covecrest (our home for Life Teen Missions year one) to go on retreat with their respective youth groups. Our mission is to Lead Teens Closer to Christ. Christ basically brings teens to us in order for us to lead them to Him. How much easier can it get?!? We don’t even have to leave home. The mission comes to us. So Mark… if the mission comes to
By: Chuck Taylor Okay, we’ve heard this before, right? “How do you eat an elephant?” “One bite at a time” is the age-old answer. It is this rather worn out illustration, though, that has been my view of Life Teen Mission –Germany. This coming Wednesday will mark only our first month in Germany, yet I find myself already looking for some fruit to come from our efforts so far. Is it too early to look for results? Maybe, if I am looking for the German people to repent like the biblical Ninevites
Turning off my cell phone was difficult. So was not listening to music, not having conversations (except 1 hour a day with a spiritual director), internet, and everything for eight days . . . but it was so worth it because I was able to pray in a way I never have before. I asked God more questions than I ever have in my life. And I heard him speak in the silence of my heart during my eight-day silent retreat. The first few days of the retreat, the silence hurt because I was forced to think about
