The binder for liability waivers has gaping holes in it that we’re patching with trust that teenagers will bring those forms with them to one of the busiest airports in the world at 5:30 in the morning.
Me: “Pack for a week, including a sleeping bag, pillow, and towel, using only a carry-on suitcase and backpack. No checked luggage. It can be done.” But if it can’t, what watery chaos promises to descend upon us?
The breakup of 44 youth from seven different churches into smaller working groups must meet specific criteria. Joey and Sarah do NOT get along, and Steven won’t do any work if he’s not with Brian.
The instructions for meeting the charter bus at our arrival airport are hieroglyphics.
18 pizzas await for dinner hours after our arrival, half pepperoni, half tomato. They will murder me for this. Drinks as yet unplanned.
The carrot we’re dangling is a trip to the amusement park on the final day. The blade hiding in that carrot is that we must walk a mile to get there.
Short term mission trips are either exercises in self-congratulation and colonialism or transformative experiences for teens that open them up to long-term relationships and vocational direction.