Today I leave for my first-ever, overnight mission trip: “Urban Plunge.”
I’m not headed for Brazil, or Africa or Haiti. But I am going to a place where people are in need of Jesus and the hope He brings. (And no American has to travel too far to find that unmet need.)
Our little country church has pulled together nearly 20 people to go to Omaha, Neb., for the weekend to serve the poor, clothe the needy, love the lonely. We will roller-skate with underprivileged children, share coffee with the homeless, and give handmade blankets to anyone who needs one.
I’m taking my 12-year-old niece, Rachel. I am Rachel’s godmother, and this will mark the first time the two of us have been able to take a spiritual journey together — without my children or her parents. Together, we will look for opportunities to do God’s work, while also looking for what God wants to reveal to us.
Would you pray for our group? I’ll let you know what He was up to in Omaha when I return.
Because of Jesus …