I was 13 the first time I went on a mission trip. My Mom and I went to Jamaica with our church. We worked out of a church and a school, we did Vacation Bible School in an elementary school every morning. I helped teach the kindergarten class which was every kid from 5 years old down. Many parent would bring their kids to VBS then go to the youth class, we had every age from babys 1 year old to adults 30 years old. Two afternoons we were there we went to an orphanage where some of us taught the kids Bible stories and made crafts with them while others painted the building. It was very sad because while many of the kids really didn't have parents some of them did but their parents couldn't afford to keep them, so they would send them to the orphanage to live and go to school.
Most of the time when someone says "I went to Jamaica" everyone thinks of beaches and vacations. My stay there revealed that Jamaica is not what it looks like on the TV. The majority of the people there make their livelihood from farming or tourists (selling souviners or working at villias). There were not many houses there becasue most people live in, well, boxes. They find whatever they can (cardboard, scrap metel and wood) and stack it all ontop of each other, kinda like kids do when they build a playhouse, and that is where they live. They will live like that till the next hurricane then after the storm they will pick up the pieces and rebuild.
Just like everywhere else, Jamaicans need Jesus, they need someone to bring them the gospel.
Romans 10:14-15
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