Volunteering

  •    Swish. Swish. The sound of a lion’s tail moves through the African bushes. I’m in Kenya at one of Kenya’s national nature reserves.  Kenya is famous in East Africa for their reserves and safaris. Here I meet for myself the beautiful and awesome creatures of Nairobi’s National Park. I see Nairobi...

  • Every summer, I go on a mission trip through Seacoast Church. It has been my personal tradition since my freshman year of high school that has taken me to Costa Rica, Thailand, and many destinations all over the United States. This year I was fortunate enough to go to a small country in West Africa...

  • Machu Picchu, llamas, and the Spanish language are things that come to mind when thinking of Peru. These ideas are important aspects of Peruvian culture, however, the country is more diverse and cultural than just these themes. In July of 2015, I had the privilege of visiting this “up and coming”...

  • Last summer I went on my first international mission trip with my church and a church group from Alabama to Dangriga, Belize. There I spent seven days in the hot Belizean sun making memories and friends with the hopes of strengthening the small town of Dangriga. From the moment our plan landed in...

  • A week. That’s all I had: a week to experience a new culture, a new world, a new perspective. I assumed that the geography, culture, and people of other countries would be wildly different. What else was I to think? My perspective of life was confined to the boundaries of my red, white, and blue...

  • I knew from the beginning that my itinerary would not consist of sunny days spent lounging by the pool, coconut slushy in hand and sunscreen smeared sunglasses perched on my head. Despite my frequent need for such relaxation, I spent several days prior to the trip spraying a few tee shirts and...

  • I couldn’t daydream in Kampala. Getting somewhere required all my concentration, patience, and if I failed to stay watchful, too much money! The clammy streets of Uganda’s capital city were ringing with clamor. People bustled along - women clad in vibrant skirts of red and yellow, sweeping the...

  • The most free twenty four hours I ever experienced in my life were spent on a cramped train barreling along the coast of Vietnam. I, and fourteen other teenagers, slept 4 to a car with our luggage as pillows. Well, some people slept. I went to bed at one in the morning and woke up at four in the...

  • Growing up in an indian family, traveling the almost 20 hour journey to India, was always sought out as a long and tiring one. As a child, my sister and I would dread the journey to the motherland because of the pungent smells, the lack of cleanness and luxury, as well as the heat. I never thought...

  • As an American, I am extravagantly blessed with comforts most of the world cannot even imagine. I often find myself hiding from this world inside an impenetrable bubble, a bubble made up of all the “Vital” and “Irreplaceable” conveniences that I have come to expect from my culture. These...

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