My World Race started just as I would have wanted. Half of my squad had to be ready to leave the hotel in Chicago at 3am for our flight to Miami. We then had an hour and a half layover in the Miami airport before we could finally head to Santo Domingo- the capitol of the Dominican Republic. If you think that this is where my travels ended, you thought wrong! Half of my squad, including me, had to wait in the airport for 7 more hours until the rest of our squad arrived. Once we gave them a warm welcome we had to cram onto two buses and travel 3.5 hours to San Juan where at 2:30 in the morning we had to unload all of our stuff. Our crew of 50 people plus our stuff crashed in any space we could find in our ministry contacts house. After a few hours of sleep we had a squad meeting and then my team rode to our ministry town of El Cercado about 45 minutes away from the Haitian border. Roughly a day and a half of travel later and we were finally at our home for the next month.
OUR HOME!!
This is our home for the next month. It is in an old church attached to the pastor’s brother’s home. Carlos, his wife, and their adorable baby girl live here and have been so generous to share their home with us.
Our only clue as to what our ministry would look like was “relational.” Our instinct was that we would be doing door-to-door evangelism which none of us were excited about. Well, God has a funny way of working things out and we are doing door-to-door evangelism! We had no say in the matter so we just had to grin and bare it. My expectation of what that would look like was way off. Americans and Dominicans live entirely different lives. They are so welcoming and want to talk to white people because seeing a white person is such a rarity and they will literally stop what they are doing to stare as you drive by.
For the details on what the ministry looked like stay tuned for another blog…
This is our view baiscally everywhere we go! Gods beauty is so amazing.
