Our plane landed in America around 7pm this evening, and for many members of this team, it doesn’t quite feel like home the way it used to. There is another part of the world that has captured our attention and affections… a place that God has used to break our hearts and reveal to us new things about Himself… a place that on so many different levels now feels more like home than the American sights and sounds we’ve been surrounded by all our lives.
Our bodies are laying down in beds tonight that feel quite familiar, but our minds and hearts cannot help but drift back to Hertford: to the many beautiful gardens where we ate dinner each evening… to the Hunter’s house, where Maddie, McKenna, and Michael Brian filled every room with their sweet laughter… to Haileybury, where we met for BASH all week… to the minibuses we rode in on with Pav and Colin each day… to Petasfield Cottages and Dalmonds Barns… to Cowbridge Hall and the Hartham Common. And most of all, we keep thinking about the dozens of students we poured ourselves into all week long. Many of us are struggling with a lot of sadness as our heads hit our pillows tonight, because in one week’s time, we’ve built amazing new relationships with our brothers and sisters in England, and seen God do amazing things in and through us that only HE can do. We are not the same as when we left home on May 31. We never will be.
Over the coming days, we’ll be posting a large number of pictures from the trip, as well as one or two more videos. We hope they will help put a face on the stories we will have trouble properly articulating when you ask us about our trip, because words continue to fail us. But 3 more members of our team have done their best to try, and tonight we leave you with their stories…
KENZIE SCHNEIDER
As this week is coming to a close, and we are on the bus to head back home, many things are crossing my mind: going crazy dancing to Bruno Mars, running around Hertford in the Amazing Race, and just looking back at all the laughter through out the week. But to let you in on a little secret coming into the trip… God and I have been playing a little game of “tug-a-war” lately. For the betterment of the trip, I decided that I had to lay down the rope and allow God do what he desired to do, whether that be impacting someone or Him impacting me (which, by the way, he did BOTH). Coming to England with an expectant heart for God was the best decision I made this week. Being open and tuned to God everyday did some beautiful things. Letting the Lord “win tug-a-war” this week allowed Him to shine through me in loving on complete strangers and just being excited and outgoing about whatever was going on.
I have made some of the best of friends these past five days… friends I will never forget and will continue to keep in touch with. I love them all so much with my whole heart. I thank God today for this week because he has showed me what he can do when I don’t pick up that rope and fight back for control when I am scared. I will take this skill back home this coming week and remember my Brits when I leave for college in eleven days. I will no longer be scared. I am ready to go in heart first and let the Lord shine though me and use me, as I meet complete strangers with a longing heart ready to love on them.
MARY TUCKER
This year I returned to Hertford for the second time with extremely high hopes and expectations. I built some incredible relationships last summer that I was so excited to be able to follow up on this year. Once in Hertford, our team was divided into either small group leaders (who led a group of students) or work crew (who did all the setting up and cleaning behind the scenes). I was placed on work crew, which was a bit of a challenge for me since I am such a relational person.
The day we found out our assignments, Becca told me who she had in her small group, and sure enough it was 3 of the girls I got really close with last year. One girl in particular was a girl who, ever since I met her, I have been praying for her and fighting for her all year. Naturally I was jealous of the opportunity Becca had been given to pour into these girls that were so close to my heart.
Despite my disappointment, it was INCREDIBLE to go through day by day and experience the change of heart that came with being on work crew. The Lord humbled me immensely this week as I learned the true significance of being a servant of Christ and laboring for His kingdom. I grew in the way I look at being selfless and willing when asked to help. On our last day I was so grateful that the Lord changed my heart in that way, but I didn’t even know that He wasn’t finished yet.
On the last night at our final event (a new worship service for teenagers called Transform), the campers had the opportunity to commit their life to Christ. During worship I could not stop praying for the Lord to stir in this girl I’d been praying for since last year. I was crying out to God, literally. About 10 minutes later, she looked at me with tears streaming down her face saying she was ready, and asked if I would go pray with her. Even as I write this now my heart is speeding up and tears are welling up in my eyes at the thought of the life change that occurred in her last night.
Last summer I met her and asked what she thought of God, and her reply was that she absolutely did not believe He even existed. Through Facebook and Skype, I kept up with her on a weekly basis all year. In January she told me she believed there was a God. And now, last night she admitted she needs a savior and gave her life to Jesus. That is the power of God’s pursuit and the power of investment. I cannot be more grateful that God allowed me to play a part in her walk with Him.
ZACH PHILLIPS
As I sit here on a plane, coming back from a country and a week where God has done the most in me, I can’t help but tear up. God did amazing things in my life, but very few compare to what he did through a teenager named Lee. Lee did not grow up in a Christian home, but loved working in and for the church in Hertford. Because Lee and I had the role of setting up the sound system before camp each day, I had many opportunities to talk with him and pick his brain on a daily basis.
On the third day, Lee randomly asks how long I had been a Christian. I explained to him that I had grown up in a Christian home and that I accepted Jesus as my savior as soon as I was old enough to understand it all. Soon after I asked him the same, and he responded, “I love working in the church, but I’m not a Christian…yet.” at this point I knew why God had sent me overseas, away from my family, to a place where I knew no one but the people I was traveling with. As the week went on, Lee and I continued with small talk and never dove deep into a religious conversation. However, this did not slow down my heart from breaking for him.
One night I brought up Lee and my prayers over him in our team’s debrief, and immediately Rob encouraged me to talk with Lee about pursuing God. The next day, I had planned to talk to him at lunch, just the two us. Being the teenage boy he is, he decided to hang back with his friends. For two full hours I felt more discouraged than I ever had, and decided to go to Eugene in hopes that he would have some sort of wisdom. However, all he told me was that there was no strategy and that I needed to be a man of Christ, pull him aside and talk to him.
As I walked into a huge empty room to fill water coolers, I thought everything over and prayed one last prayer that God would allow me one more opportunity and courage to do His Will. As soon as I said, “Amen,” none other than Lee walked in. I took this time to talk to him about our bible study earlier today, and he was able to confess how much my journey with life related to his. He was also able to share how, although he could not pray in front of a large number of people, he did pray and it was definitely a part of his life. As soon as we stopped talking, I knew God had done something in him, and i was not surprised when later that night, in front of every Brit and American that had taken this amazing journey this week, he announced that he accepted Christ as his savior. I’m very sorry this blog was as lengthy as it was, but if you are ever in need of a living example of the impact of God in anyone, especially a popular, good-looking, teenage boy in a nation where God does not thrive, this IS one. I now know not only why God brought me to the small town of Hertford, England, but that no person, old or young, rich or poor, popular or shy, lacks importance in His eyes.