It was the first day of our medical mission trip. The 13 of us were divided into four group: triage, clinic, pharmacy, and faith.
Colin, Laure, and I sat in plastic white lawn chairs, facing the locals who sat on three wooden benches. We had prepared a short, spiritual lesson to bring Jesus’ love to the rural cities of the Dominican Republic. When I welcomed them in their native language, their faces softened. I talked and they understood me. They talked and I understood them. After introducing ourselves, we proceeded with the lesson.
We had made bags of faith bracelets: a simple leather circle with six colored beads. We passed them out to everyone, kids and adults alike. One older lady, sweet, but skeptical, told me she did not want a
Colin, Laure, and I sat in plastic white lawn chairs, facing the locals who sat on three wooden benches. We had prepared a short, spiritual lesson to bring Jesus’ love to the rural cities of the Dominican Republic. When I welcomed them in their native language, their faces softened. I talked and they understood me. They talked and I understood them. After introducing ourselves, we proceeded with the lesson.
We had made bags of faith bracelets: a simple leather circle with six colored beads. We passed them out to everyone, kids and adults alike. One older lady, sweet, but skeptical, told me she did not want a