Outreach stories always offer the best memories for faith and fun. No two stories are the same, and for good reason. In the journey, we all need to laugh a little and be encouraged with the fact that God cares about the little things and deeply loves us all.
Andrew
I was in Peru for 7 weeks. After the third week, I was longing for something that tasted familiar. It was announced we were headed to one of the poorest villages of Cusco, Peru, so I was preparing myself for some less than par food.
On the way to the village, my friends and I were talking about how we were longing for some North American food, so we decided to ask God for it. We asked for chicken sandwiches, french fries, and salad. We were never allowed to eat salad usually because if it wasn't from a restaurant, it wasn't safe to eat.
I was in Romania in February 1997 for my DTS outreach. It was our last day before we flew back to the U.S.
God sent us to a home in the middle of nowhere in Costa Rica for Bible distribution. While there, we ended up praying for a man with cancer that was sleeping in a separate room.
Molly
Our outreach team went to Costa Rica and Guatemala.
In Costa Rica, we had a 1000 square foot place to stay, and there were 24 of us!
Let’s just say it was never quiet, and we got real close.
One fine day, one of the boys clogged the toilet. We were unsure of what to do, so we started to plunge it. We tried to flush again after we thought the plunging had taken care of the backup. Then it happened . . . the poopy water overflowed onto the floor and out of the bathroom and into one of the bedrooms. IT WENT EVERYWHERE. And by “It”, I mean poop. It was a stinky situation.
We raced down to the convenient store on the corner and bought many rolls of paper towels. Unfortunately though, the paper towel rolls in Costa Rica were pretty flimsy compared to American Bounty paper towels. I’m sure we used like 10 rolls. We had paper towels everywhere, and it smelled like poop for days.
It was awesome. ~ Molly
Stephen
When I was in Asia, my team of 3 were sent out into the mountains to find the Awu, an unreached people group. At this point, our contact only knew they existed, but hadn't found their villages.
Equipped with a map that wasn't in our language and whatever we could fit in our backpack, we got on a bus, then a taxi took us as far as it would go before we had to set out on foot.
After hours of walking through the mountains, we came to a fork in the road, so we prayed which way to go. We didn't hear the audible voice of God. However, a chicken did walk past us at that moment. We followed it into the largest village of that people group, the only one with a "school." The leader of that school had information about the location of every other Awu village. I was the first white person they had ever seen.
These people were so remote and removed from society that when we told them we would be headed to Beijing in a few days, their response was, "What's Beijing?" ~ Stephen
David
Well, about 17 years ago I was in Nicaragua participating with a School of the Bible outreach, and during this time the team was in a remote part of the country for six days.
