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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Life inside of the Vans


So now that you know the basics of what was done at Beach Reach, I thought that I would expand a little on life inside of the van.

We spent so much time in the vans! Almost every night I would close my eyes and dream about being on a van, or trying to find someone a ride. So awake or asleep, I was on a van.


This is how the van worked. We had a driver, (that was pretty much the same person the entire week. Some times we would switch when they got tired) a navigator, (the person with the map of the island) and then 2 guys and 2 girls in the back. Sometimes there would be 3 girls and 2 guys or vice versa.

The only other role in the van was Door Mom. This girl is the one who opens up the doors, greets the people, (receives hugs occasionally) and say these famous words: “Guys in the back, girls in the front, and if you have a drink- chug it or chunk it!” (no beverages are allowed, even if they are closed.)

About every other night I was the navigator. So I would document who was on the van, where they were going, and how long it took us to get there.  It is a cool position because you get to do several things: 1. Get to know the island 2. Hear all the awesome conversations behind you 3. Tweet about all the awesome conversations! (I have to admit; I might have been a little too excited about tweeting! Need proof? Check out all of my tweets about Beach Reach here: https://twitter.com/#!/djembekelsey. They should end with #br2012)

Being the navigator was also good for someone like me who has introverted tendencies. Don’t get me wrong, I love people. A lot. But the more and more I am around them, the more time I need to myself- it is how I recharge. So it was good to just listen in on the conversations sometimes.

One thing I noticed the most when I was listening was the missed opportunities to bring up the Gospel, or talk about something spiritual. Some times when you are in those conversations, you don’t hear them. So it made me more aware that I was probably missing a lot too. I tried though, and I know my team did the same.

So anyone on the van that was not the driver or the navigator had one job (other than door mom of course): talk to people. The girls would sit in the first 2 rows and the boys would sit in the back two rows. We would have to move around depending on how many girls/guys we were picking up. Like this one time we picked up 13 guys who were all apart of an engineering frat. (talk about interesting conversations about plastic!) So of course us girls have to smash in with all the guys and keep conversations with them. We try to keep it girls talking to girls and guys talking to guys. But there are exceptions.  

Here is a visual of the seating arrangement.  



So the conversations we were having with the riders were supposed to be very intentional. We were there to share the love of Christ with them, upfront. This is very different than most of the other mission trips that I have been on. I liked it a lot. Talking about what you believe in makes you think about it. It re-affirms your faith and that is a good thing my friend. Even if you are not sure what you believe in, it is good to talk it out with other people. People don’t always ask you the same thing either, so you discover a lot of things about what you believe and who you are. And you learn things about God and Jesus. You help people discover things about Jesus that they didn’t know, and dispel false projections about God that people have. And you are being filled with the Holy Spirit while all this is happening.

Gosh, what a whirlwind! We were not there to convert people. As B.J. (BSM director) told us, we were there to show people the way to wholeness. Wholeness in Christ. You are not going to find that wholeness in the club, in a person, or in a career because we were not made for those things. We were made for Love. The best love imaginable! And it is so close to us, we just have to choose it.

More to come. I am trying to keep these in a length that is readable.
Sincerely,
-Kelsey

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