When I was in college, I was part of a group called HOPE Fellowship which stood for His Own People Eternally. I haven't spoken of this group in a long time. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It started out as the best and after 4 years, it ended up as the worst.
During our good times, we went on missions trips instead of going home for the entire Christmas break or going home for Spring break at all. We went to Cleveland, Pittsburgh, New Orleans, New York City and Washington DC. Our work included: soup kitchens, clothing closets, building houses, visiting churches, prayer walking, playing with kids or any number of tasks.
These trips opened my world to different cultures within our own country. I was exposed to poverty, homeless, religions and lots more. It sounds more tame than it actually was but it was the start of my need to trot the globe. Since then, I've gone more places and found that basically, people have the same needs no matter where they are. They need food, clothing, shelter, acceptance and most importantly love.
New York City soup kitchen
Our team in New Orleans
Our trips always involved a road trip!
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