So at the end of the Dibor year the students go through a week that is called the L10 project. Basically it is an embodiment of Luke 10 where the disciples went out healing and preaching the gospel while taking nothing but basically the clothes on their backs. So that's kind of what we did.
We were woken up at 4:30 a.m and had to give up our wallets and cellphones. They gave us our I.D.'s though. We were then given 7 minutes to pack 2 sets of clothes, a sleeping bag and any other essentials (which I forgot toothepaste and shampoo and stuff like that, but I also wasn't sure if they were okay with me bringing that stuff). So we left in Mary's car, which had almost no gas so we had to use all of the departure money they gave us for gas and tolls. Then, we had to go into the money they set aside for us to have when we arrived, just to have enough money for the tolls and gas to get there. We were suppose to be at the address they gave us at 12 p.m., without directions or anything only the address. We didn't get there until 2:30 p.m. When we got into NYC we got lost in the Bronx for an hour and a half.
SO, that was the condensed story of the beginning of our week. Helped with a church there with their after school program everyday. We helped pass out soup and bread and lemonade at The Relief Bus (an organization that gives out free food and outreaches to those people by finding the homeless housing, helping drug addicts get detox, and sharing Jesus with them). It was a great experience and it was challenging. I never realized how entitled homeless and poor people felt they were. But it hiumbled me because I realized they way they were treating us giving something out for free is how I treat God and all He's given me.
It was great. I would do the whole week over again with only one change: that I would let God flow through me instead of feeling paranoid that I wasn't doing enough. That is the only thing I wish would've been different. I felt that the leaders were going to be disappointed that I didn't evangelize enough or talk about Jesus enough. Or even look down on the fact that we didn't see anyone get saved while we were there.
But I am seeing Jesus in a whole new way. I get that He sees me for me and he loves it. He loves what he sees. And by knowing THAT, I can open my heart to him so much more than before. And I like it. ( "baby I like it, yeah I like it" LOL I like that song ^_^)
