Exploring the tough questions about life, faith and Christ.
It seems like everyone is going or has gone on a short-term missions trip. Our social-media feeds are flooded with people asking for support and many of us have been the ones on the other side, asking for support and prayer as we prepare to enter another country or culture to serve. Are short-term missions trips actually beneficial? Can we really help those who are in need with our time and finances during such a short amount of time? We have taken a look at two different sides of short-term missions and the role that they play in missions and our hearts.
Articles by Emily Mattioli & Juliana Cole
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We are ash and dust A kaleidoscope of whirling pieces Atoms and cells shifting & moving in our life dance Of broken bones and mended hearts We are bone of your bone Rib hidden beneath your heart that beats for us Our DNA is twisted with who you are Between every strand Grace and glory rising in our beings Mountains declare the glory Rising into air that we cannot breath Lungs expanding with the holy & the fire longing This is what we are made for To know you Our atoms shift and long We grasp for the knowing of You This is what we are Sand and mountain Web and drop of clear water on cusp of golden leaf You are the light dancing And grace aching sweet in our hearts thawed from ice We are broken We are woven together in divine plan. If I rise on the wings of the sunrise and live on the far side of the sea Even there I am held. On the tops of mountains In the valley darkness We cannot go where you are not We are this: sand and chaff Tossed by wind and swept by wave We are heavy, We know all that we are That we have done Show me how you see me. I am dust made clay Pressed heavy, compressed, dirt You are bringing me up Darkness to light, You are pressing and molding Forming. Dust to dust and clay to cup, Spilling mercy, full of grace Held hollow and full. Spun round and stretched full Hands open, twirling in freedom Grasping for wind with fingers Pressed down, raised up. Centered to hollow To hold. Centered to spin smooth Atoms and carbon whirling in perfect unity Molecules aligned with this mountain Dust, ash, air Full, held, hollowed, Hallowed, Holy. Poetry & Film by Juliana Cole
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