Human Trafficking and The Midwest

I meant to publish this about a month ago, but didn't finish writing it. So I'm re-writing it and posting it now. It spawned off of a few conversations I had about human trafficking. It hit me how unaware of Human Trafficking people seem to be around here. I'm not just talking sex trafficking, which has a bit more awareness, but I'm thinking labor trafficking. Where clothes come from. Where computer parts come from. Where packaging for groceries comes from. Who actually picks the crops. All of it.

About a month ago, the church I was at advertised t-shirts for the series they were doing for $5.00. What crossed my mind in a sarcastic inner voice was something like, "I wonder who made those t-shirts?" There's no way t-shirts that are that cheap weren't made by slaves. Probably children. No way the cotton picked to create the shirts was fair wage. Reality check.

Now, I'm not guiltless. I've got t-shirts I know have got to be slave-made. Target, Wal-Mart - any big store chain like that isn't going to pay extra for shirts made by free workers. They aren't even going to ask. And when I think about it, it tears me up. Thankfully I've never been a person who tries to be, or even knows what's "in" as far as wearing what's hip and updating my look to go with the culture, so I probably won't buy new shirts for 5 or 10 years, at which point I'll try and get free-trade.

I think the unawareness or apathy to human trafficking is a facet of the culture around here in general. I'm not just picking on the church. People just don't ask "where does my stuff come from?" "Who made my clothes?" "Who picked my fruit?" Questions I started thinking about less and less up through the beginning of January. God didn't design me to sit on my butt and not care. Not ask "Why am I enjoying this life of luxury when over 90% of the world (probably more) aren't even close to that. Don't give me the 99% wall street crap. Look around at Africa, Southeast Asia, Eastern Europe and South America. Then tell me your life monetarily and conditionally sucks. To my face. I'm totally convicted by this. I've been thinking about injustice and trafficking a lot more over the last month, since those t-shirts.
Yeah, I have frustrations. Yeah, I wish I made more than $8.25 an hour...but the reality is a lot of people would do almost anything for a wage that crazy high.

Just thinking about trafficking, I have to ask, "What can I do? What can I do here and now to open people's eyes. Labor trafficking. Sex trafficking. Both piss the God of the universe off and honestly I'm glad the post-modern wishy washy God who is just love and not wrath doesn't exist. It's stuff like this that need a God who brings justice. Yeah, we Christians are under grace, but do I really want to be the guy who looks Jesus, who created everything, in the eye on the day of judgment and say, "Yeah, I knew about what people were doing to your precious sons and daughters, and I turned a blind eye. No, I didn't bother to tell anyone because it was uncomfortable and I didn't want to burden them." And all that time I'm shrinking smaller and smaller, probably crying in shame.
I don't want to be that guy.

So the question stands, what more can I do? How can I be a part of the solution? And how can you?

I know I'd love to educate churches and talk about it to the large bodies of believers that are chillin' comfortably in their fancy Mega-Church settings, throwing hundreds of thousands of dollars into their buildings and ministries when they could be supporting the rescue and rehabilitation of sex and labor slaves. But that's just me.

Where Have I Been?

I haven't written a lot on here for awhile, except my very recent post "God's Hands". Truth is I'm not doing a lot with justice right now, and so I've just left this blog alone. It hurts thinking about it and not actively being a part of the solution. I give money, but I'm not on the frontlines right now. I'm not in a war getting the crap kicked out of me, standing and running forward, then getting the crap kicked out of me again for the sake of the kingdom. I'm just lying on the ground giving up because the avenues of service I was plugged into aren't working right now.

I want to be changing people's lives in radical ways for the Kingdom. Overcoming injustice in the name of Jesus. I don't even know how to begin now that I'm in a place with a culture so different from the migrant one. I don't feel very qualified. How does someone who doesn't really know that much about the culture of the projects jump in and really minister and bring aid to that people group? I can't even be a part of Streetlights anymore because they require a twice a month commitment and my job takes away most Saturdays.

But my heart still beats for justice. So even though I'm not doing as much as I want, and it hurts to think about, I'm going to keep writing. If I could inspire someone, anyone, to stand up and say "enough is enough" and actively fight human trafficking, poverty, oppression and raise up the hurting, dirty, and dying...the used and abused...this blog is a success. If nothing changes, this blog is a failure. Simple as that.

So be on the lookout for more from Justice4theVulnerable (including more migrant stuff from this past July).

God's Hands

I haven't been on in awhile, and it's time I start writing about justice again.

I was watching the footage of the trip this year awhile back, and there was a day we were leaving the camp and were reluctant to do so. And that made me excited. What hit me though, and jars me every time I listen to the video is one of the other leaders saying "they're in God's hands. Be strong" so that we'd put down the kids and leave.

Before I go on let me just make VERY clear that I don't have any problems with the leader. I think she's awesome for the youth group and was a serious blessing to have on the trip. So I'm not hating on you if you read this! :)  You just made me think.

It hit me why that statement bothered beyond the fact that we had to leave in that moment. Why it still bothers me. It comes down to the understanding I have of what it means to be the body of Christ. We are God's hands. Not that He can't work without us, but His mission is to work through His body. It's how He's functioned throughout history. He works, but very often He uses people. Even in doing great miracles, He had people involved. People marched around Jericho. Moses raised his staff to the Red Sea. David fought Goliath. Gideon attacked his enemies. Need I go on into the New Testament where people were healed and demons were driven out by the apostles? God works through His body. It is possible for those kids to know and follow Jesus without us. I believe that. But how much more might they grow if we are there more.

Something that I've often felt bitter against God about, is not being a physical being He doesn't hug. I don't dismiss it when something happens and people say "that was a hug from God", that's great. For them. But for me, I want an actual physical squeeze. It's just who I am and one of the ways I feel loved. And my point in bringing that up, is that it dawned on me God can give actual physical hugs - through His body that He has set up here on this earth called the church. And in regard to the migrant kids - when we were holding them they were in a really tangible way in God's hands. Not only that, but when I was holding their hand, or being hugged back, God was touching me through them.

As I said, I don't believe for a second when we left the camps, God abandoned them. But just in considering that statement..."they're in God's hands, be strong", I think there's a danger in undervaluing the role God has us playing. As Tucker Fitzgerald once said, and I'm paraphrasing, "God's plan to reach the world is us, and He doesn't have a plan B."


Let's own up to the responsibility that God has entrusted us with. Wherever we are. Whoever is vulnerable and needs a hand of intercession, let's be God's hands to them. I need to do this. When someone is hurting and needs a hug, let's be God's hands. When some kids who have nothing need someone to pull them up and show them that their worth is not dependent on stuff, let's be those hands. When a sinner feels too broken to be loved by a Holy God, let's be His hands embracing them and telling them that they aren't too far gone for His grace. Would you really want to live life any differently?

Migrant Missions Videos

Those of you who actually know me will no doubt have seen both of these videos, but I wanted to write some commentary on them and put them here also for those of you who haven't. Or for anyone who wants to watch again. (Maybe I'm the only one who's watched them like 20 times...ok, probably more than that...haha). But anyway, here goes.

Top Video: The first version of this video was created in late 2007 as a response to some opposition in the church I was at. I showed it after the service on a laptop in a booth sort of situation. I also posted it on youtube and it got lots of negative attention and created some interesting debate. People still see it and comment occasionally. It has the most exposure of any of my migrant videos since it came out when political campaigns were in full swing, and thus "immigration" was a real buzz word. For a long time it was my highest youtube view count video.

The 2007 version had a lot of "filler" footage, fields of corn and pumpkins that didn't really have impact, because I didn't have near the footage I have now from subsequent trips 2008-2010 that I added into the Training Camp version above (read my Training Camp posts for more info on how that went). Really, I didn't touch the video until I had the opportunity to show it at a Generation 4 Justice Conference this past March (2011), at which point I took footage I'd shot in 2008 and 2009 and added it in, along with some additional still images that were more powerful than the footage that was there previously. I also removed a Bible verse I'd unintentionally taken out of context and double checked that the others were in fact in context, which they are. That version is nearly identical to this one, as this one was made only 3 months later (June 2011). However, I found 2010 footage and incorporated it into this final version, really perfecting it as best I could in the time crunch I was under. The differences are really minor and the average viewer wouldn't even notice them. I had to watch the two versions back to back to pick out what changed.

That said, it is a stronger version, if only mildly, and definitely left a mark at training camp. It would be interesting for those who went on the ACC mission trip to watch that version again and see what kids you recognize. Jenny, Sayra, and Lucia are in it for sure, and I have no doubt that some of the same kids from Camp 2 are as well.

 

The post-mission trip version was as much a work of love and a "baby" project of my (as in it's a very special piece to me.) I knew from before Training Camp that I was absolutely going to make this video, even if it was all that got made from the footage. To this point, other than a couple personal videos I made for a couple close friends, this is all that's come out so far. Five hours of footage came home with me in August 2011 and I went through every second of it multiple times. It was a much longer initial editing process than my 2007 version, simply because I had far more GOOD footage. I have over 5 hours of footage for that one, but much of it was extremely shaky, or constantly moving every which way, or just not shots that communicated. I've learned A LOT about what to look for and shoot, so it was a much more intensive process. I had a rough cut of it, sat on it, then literally probably doubled the number of clips in the final section.

Other big changes (besides the obvious of going to HD) were that the text got a lot fancier and moved. An additional Bible verse that was central to the trip (the only New Testament verse in the video) was added as well fairly late in the editing process because I felt like it should be there. 

Perhaps one of the most significant differences is very little of it happens at the Dillinger Camp as that is now closed down and I wasn't able to shoot any new footage there. I did use a few pieces of SD footage I'd shot in 2007 (famous car dealership shot, bathrooms, and a couple other shots) because I didn't have enough of the Sakuma Camps without people in them to make it compelling and I wasn't about to go the "corn for 2 minutes" route again.

My favorite significant difference in the format of the two versions is the crucifixion section with the kids with the red filter over them (signifying that they're washed in Jesus' blood) and words like "Chosen" and "Adored". It was actually a last minute inspiration. That segment just didn't have the power I wanted, and the clip of the crucifixion skit was dragging and lacking punch just playing normally, and it occurred to me... "what if..." and several hours of experimentation later the final cut of it was born (not to mention it let me get a few more shots of the kids in). I also added the thunder in the background, which is not featured in the original recording of the song "Sueno De Morir" to really kick up the punch.

What I love is it really paints a picture of the gospel as a whole - that Jesus died so we could be "Chosen" "Adored" "Forgiven" etc by God - and that those of these kids that have accepted Christ ARE those things even if the world doesn't see them that way.

Even if you've seen the videos I hope you enjoyed the explanation of their history and what's changed over the years and why.

If you couldn't tell, these kids are one of (possibly THE) greatest blessing God's poured out in my life and I really love and miss them all.

Migrant Mission Day 3: Sakuma Camp 3 Part 1

The morning was incredibly brutal. I woke up from a really deep, intense nightmare and I was out of it all through breakfast. The fear about letting the kids at Camp 2 down, and being exactly what I'd intended NOT to be (a flake), weighed heavy on my heart.

We did get quiet time (Praise Jesus) and God just put a fire in my heart. I really fought hard in prayer for the kids at both camps. I wanted God to turn what I viewed as my failure into something better than I could have purposed. I really pleaded for us to be Christ to the kids at Camp 1 and 3 (as I said in my previous post they are essentially the same Camp. From this point I'll refer to it just as Camp 3.) I don't remember everything I prayed, but at the conclusion of it I had a very clear sense that God's heart was the same as mine for these kids and He didn't want me to fear that the mission would fall through. I had a strong sense of what needed to happen for these kids.

We had worship time, which for me and a few others turned into war time. One of our people felt sick, and I knew she could not go down and not make it to Camp 3. Not to mention I was worried about her. So I went into worship/warrior mode. Singing some, and praying really seriously. Talking to God in battle mode. If you've never done that, and haven't got a sense of what it looks like from my previous blog posts, basically it boils down to being in the mindset of a radioman in the middle of a war zone with stuff blowing up around me and bullets hitting my buddies. I felt like she was hit and needed a medic - and that God needed to provide. And that medic couldn't be me because I have no gift in healing (at that moment I was pissed I didn't.) God did answer the prayer and three of the girls from the team prayed with her and she broke through the sick feeling and warfare that was slamming her.

On a much less important level - apparently if you want to scare the ACC youth and don't have Canned Salmon around whole wheat, whole grain peanut butter sandwiches are creepy. Don't ask me why, but people were like "WHAA???"

Abbey and Sami were back on for their same message since it was a whole new camp. BJ had purchased a portable sound system that we could utilize to make the music louder, as well as help our talking.

We rolled out and as per usual my anxiety level started to rise. Would it work out? Was this the right place to be?

We arrived and there were almost no kids out, period. I was like "AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" (In my head), and after a couple minutes put a few people: Sami, Hannah and I don't remember who else on praying that kids would show up and we could minister to them.

After another minute or two we headed out to the soccer field where some older kids (probably 15-17) were playing soccer. Within minutes I was running into kids I knew. What killed me in a good way is they knew exactly who I was. They remembered my name.

I have to talk about some of them for a little bit before my narrative continues. There's Sayra, who's one of my favorite little girls. I wish I could be her older brother or uncle or something. I met her in 2009 when I first went to Camp 3. She was my buddy then. Last year I didn't see near as much of her and it made me sad. So this year I decided "I'm investing in this little girl this year come hell or high water." Both of which, in a sense, had already come and would continue to come, as is the way of missions.


Then there was her sister Jenny. She's another gem. I got to spend a lot of time with her too, and she melted my heart. I really was able to connect with her again this year as well. If I had little sisters, Jenny and Sayra would be the little sisters I'd want. They now have a baby brother I don't think I'd met before and they take such good care of him. Really tickled me how they watched out for him, tied his shoes and just took care of him.

Then there's Lucia. She's always been a bit shy of me, but man did she remember me. And she asked "When is Mara coming?" Over the course of this trip she warmed up to me, but for most of it I didn't get hugs from her. She's adorable tho. She's 4 or 5 now I think. I first met her at the same time I met Jenny and Sayra.

Anna is another one of that same group. I didn't connect as much with her this year, but she's precious too.

Moises is one that posse too, and he's awesome. I'm guessing he's about 8 now and it's always struck me how easy going and gentle he is. I pray he doesn't lose that, 'cause a lot of migrant boys do and that'd break my heart.

The rest of the kids I'll let you meet along the way. In the interest of actually keeping the blog moving forward, and not having massive posts, I'm going to break day 3 into two parts, so be on the lookout for the second part soon!

Migrant Mission 2011 - July 21st: Back to Camp 2

 I know it's been a long time since my last entry. Life's been crazy. But anyway, if anyone reads this, finally made it to day 2 of the migrant camps.

I woke up feeling a lot better than I had the previous night. It was a new day and one that promised more time with all the kids at Camp 2. After breakfast I had a great time with God. I put on the armor of God again, knowing I'd need it in full measure.

After that we hit preparation for the day in full measure. First we practiced the Hamster Dance and frankly, if I'm allowed to say it, they NAILED IT! Everyone got it way faster than I had learning it for the first time. Pretty amazing and I'm pretty sure either this group is more gifted at dancing or it was directly from God.

After that the group split off into craft prep, sandwich making, and planning out lessons. I was in charge of the lesson planning. I just called anyone not doing something to come and work on it. This is something I'd hoped would have been taken care of long before the day of. But the way that the other leaders rolled it didn't happen. I had four lesson plans all centering around the love of God. As things ended up, we only used two of them, the first and the last, dabbling bits of the middle two into those.

I primarily planned with Sami, Abbey, and Hannah since they were the teacher folk. Sami and I really worked out details and refined my very rough and sleep deprived outline. Hannah and I worked out more conceptual basic things, since she wasn't teaching this day. Sami and Abbey's lesson came together right before lunch.

After lunch as we geared up to go, I was clearing off a table (despite Kerstin's admonishments I should lead and thus make a student do it), and I saw a roll of duct tape. Now this roll of duct tape I'd stuck in the trailer last minute the previous morning, and upon seeing it again, rather just my gut or the Holy Spirit, I felt that I should take it with me. Not wanting to risk it being the Holy Spirit and it turning out I really needed it, I grabbed it.

On the bus I was a rebel child and sat in the back (remember when the "cool kids" sat in the back in grade school? haha.) But it was actually the cool kids in the back this time. I can't remember who all was there exactly, but everyone on the trip was cool so no denying it was the cool kids. I was sitting next to Hannah and could tell she was feeling tired and out of it so I offered to pray with her - which is one of my favorite things to do, but also is a little nerve wracking 'cause I blank out sometimes and sound like an idiot or people don't want me to pray with them. Hannah did want it so I was glad I followed my gut (or possibly the Spirit, I never know with these things).

Now, I had a mix of emotion as we neared to the camp. Some of the fear of the previous night was coming back. "What if it's just a crap day and nothing significant happens, or the kids don't come out, or are really mean...or our people don't engage..." the list went on. And the worry was needless. Ridiculous actually.

Two curveballs met me soon as we stepped off the bus. The first is I hadn't really considered that I was on point...the man with the plan (who didn't really have one). Without the worship trailer crew to sort of have a plan people were consciously or subconsciously looking in large part to me for what needed to happen. The other curve-ball was that another was group there. That turned out not to be bad, though. I went up and talked to them and asked if we were stepping on toes behind there and they were cool. All they'd brought was food, no plan or major goal of relationship building.

I know at first it felt like things were going really slow. The other leaders were on the bus praying with Sami and Abbey at first. I just directed people engage with the kids. Personally I was feeling a little uncertain myself, I had that "this feels less exciting than last night" feeling - not that it affected me in a "I don't want to be here" but I was worried it was infecting other people. I really don't think it was a lot though. That's just the way ministry works. Sometimes it's super exciting and sometimes it's mellow. I was totally accustomed to that with my long term involvement and comfortable in that.

Aron spinning a boy!

Within minutes, though, all manner of things were going on. I needed about five cameramen to capture it all...so alas I missed so much. There were our people getting "arrested" by kids and going to "jail" (an old tree) [everyone was getting taken], piggybacks (Zac was rocking that, so was Christina, and I think Darryl was too), spinning (Aron and JZ), and my favorite, GRASSHOPPER HUNTING!) Really, I have spent many, many hours over many years catching those insects in that field. The kids love it. Big old mature us getting excited when they catch a big one, or a green one, or a big green one. Hannah and Olivia were rocking that early on, and I think throughout the day. I know Sami joined at some point, and Sam and Caitlyn and others I'm sure.

It wasn't long before Arely found me and was dragging me around (not to mention abducting my camera.) And I totally let her. She was having such a blast. As I said the other week in a current ministry I'm in "They know who the sucker is...and that's me." I'm pretty sure kids can just tell I'm a softie. And that's ok. For all the areas I don't trust God, somehow with my expensive video camera I just could. With no background of if this precious girl was a thief other than the previous night the camera not disappearing I let her loose with it. And guess what? I wandered away from it to go to jail, (like I said everyone went), and to talk with Kerstin. And the camera stayed intact.

At some point in the day, fairly early Kerstin told me "BJ has stuff to do. You and I are it." I was kind of like "Holy snicker-doodle pies!" (Well, I wish I'd said that. It would have been AWESOME.) The reality was that made my job harder. The migrant camp is pretty big, even just the section we were in. There were woods and trails people were going down, and 19 youth to try and keep accounted for. I did my best, but like my video camera had to trust God that nothing bad was going down. I didn't feel a whole lot of potential risk, but Kerstin was concerned so I chose to share her concern. After all, I didn't want something bad to happen and ACC to be turned off of migrant ministry forever, or have a friend or child seriously hurt.

Kelsey being a trooper after her sewage incident!

Anyway, the worst incident we had was poor Kelsey slipping in some rerouted sewage (yeah, that's right, I'm talking about poop) and falling in it. She wins a massive award for how much of a trooper she was. Just hosed herself off and got back into things.

The other incident that I really laugh about now, but was totally shocking at the time, was I was hugging a little boy, and right out of Dawn of the Dead he just chomped down on my arm hardcore for no reason I knew of. At that moment Kerstin was trying to tell me important leadership things that I really can't remember now for the life of me. So being me - I was trying to listen and be attentive while wrestling a 4 year old's mouth off my arm. I've still got a nice little scar on my forearm, so that's awesome. (Not, but it makes a great story.)

We gathered up the kids for our program, if you will. We kicked it off with the Hamster Dance. I didn't participate because I had a little boy on my chest and I was filming it. Made my heart really happy (uh-oh, I'm quoting Kerstin!!!!)  watching it. Kids were joining in, and it was one of those little mascot things that I'd pictured in my head. Adventure Church was doing the Hamster Dance in the migrant camps. Wow. Blew me away. :)  Pretty sure I might be the only one who got so much out of it, but that's all good.

After that Sami and Abbey were up. I was really, really proud of them. They didn't have a microphone, and the kids were really talkative, so pushing through for the couple kids who were really interested was amazing to watch. I wouldn't have guessed that the first time they'd encountered the message was a couple hours before. They did better than I did on day 4 (you'll hear about it someday!) and I'd had the message going through my brain for days.

Helping the kids with bead crafts.

After that we did another bead craft, similar to the previous night. I didn't see a lot of it because I was instantly dragged off by Arely and then the energy level of the kids really picked up again. So many moments happened that I captured on video - and hundreds more that I couldn't. If I had a photographic memory I'd be taking 20 blog entries to tell about every little moment I saw.

Sami with girl playing with her Gatorade cup.

After awhile we fed the kids sandwiches and Gatorade. We invited a few kids and our people over at a time so there wasn't crazy riotous madness like there has been at times. I was amazed how well it worked. Feeding the kids is really big on my heart, because I know it's hard for their families to afford food. Even with the Catholic group giving them food a few hours before the kids were scarfing down their sandwiches.

I don't have a lot of personal stories from this time that I remember. Other people have some, and through talking to them they've become my stories, but this is long enough that I can't write them all out here.

We left, which was, to my happiness, just as hard for everyone else as me. And I did not want to leave. Watching the hugs and our people reluctantly say goodbye brought me hope that there might be desire for long term involvement.

Hannah slowly trying to say goodbye to Yessica.

The evening, as nearly all evenings were, was pretty brutal on me. It was a worship practice with Crossroads Covenant's worship team and most everyone in that youth group is musical except for myself and I felt incredibly isolated from everyone. I was also really, really hungry. BJ noticed and took me to find some more food, 'cause I was crashing and burning. That was really uplifting.

That night at the leadership meeting we decided we were going to go to Camp 1 and Camp 3 (One in the same Campus) the next day. This brought some anxiety to me. I had thought we were going to stick with Camp 2 for the whole trip, and I'd communicated that to some of the youth (foolishness on my part). So I was like "oh boy...I've screwed up pretty badly. The kids think we're coming back. The youth will be pissed. Great..." So once again I went to bed stressed around 1:00 in the morning. I really hoped there was a quiet time in the morning to refocus myself.

Migrant Mission 2011 - July 20th: Worship Trailer at Sakuma Camp 2

The 20th of July, 2011 was a day that I'd been building up to, in some ways for 3 summers. As a junior in high school I lost the church I'd gone to for my entire life due to a variety of factors - one being controversy about long term involvement with illegal immigrants - rather people said it outright or not, many were bothered and offended. But after the church closed down I had a meeting with BJ, fairly desperate to find somewhere - anywhere - I could plug in and find fellowship. But I was also extremely cautious. I talked a lot about the migrant ministry. As he phrased it, it was like an egg of hope I was holding onto - so fragile. I wanted to go to a church that would be a part of it. For two years after deciding to stick with Adventure, BJ finally approached me and said "we're doing it." And that's in a very brief nutshell how I got here. And now, July 20th, I was going to be stepping onto one of my favorite patches of dirt and an absolute war zone in the Spiritual realm - with the Adventure youth group. Leading them.

Abbey and a girl in Camp 2 half a day after my warfare, proving Satan dead wrong.

Not surprisingly the enemy was full on trying to shred me in the morning. All the standard - but unfortunately effective - means he always uses against me: isolation, loneliness, the whole "no one gives a *bleep* about this mission or that you've flown back here because your heart is so into this mission" lies that continuously had been coming up since the trip's inception.

Hannah (left) and Caitlyn (right) on the bus.

On the bus I had a nice chunk of time to do some warfare and put on the armor of God. I was good after I did that, overall. I prayed like crazy over the team.
We got to the church we were staying at (Crossroads Covenant Church) and unloaded all of our things. The guys stayed in the youth room above the coffee house (which is an outreach ministry). The girls stayed in one of the children's church rooms by the sanctuary.

After we were settled in I had the opportunity to give my final talk to the youth group. This one was about how to engage specifically with the kids at the camps. I talked about our attitude, about mistakes I'd made to avoid, about and my favorite part what to do. Things like the importance of touch, games that the kids were familiar with...and the hamster dance. The hamster dance is pretty ridiculous. It's a dance that my Northwest Evangelical Presbyterian team learned on a Mexico mission trip and carried over into the migrant ministry from 2007 on. Below is a video of what was then my youth group performing it in 2007 several miles from the Sakuma camps.

I got the distinct (partly evil) pleasure of teaching it to the Adventure crew. Obviously there were definite mixed levels of excitement about it - but everyone was a pretty good sport. Samm helped me figure out the electric slide piece of it, which always confuses me slightly, but the rest I could do in my sleep and on command with or without the music.

Kelsey as we prepared with the worship crew for Camp 2

After that was complete we headed out to join with a group who brought a worship trailer to various locations and preached the gospel to all kinds of people around Skagit Valley as a ministry. That evening they were going to my beloved Sakuma Camp 2.

I was feeling some anxiety about "who are these people, what's their mission? Is this actually going to be a good thing. Will my and their philosophies clash?" Sometimes I'm pretty silly. Sometimes I don't trust God very much.

We met them, and they are awesome. Our job in the grand scheme of things was to entertain and love on the kids while they set up and drew in adults and teenagers, and then we would join them for the worship and message. They gave us tools like bean bag toss, face paints, beads, and a hot wheels race track as activities to do. There were prizes involved, and honestly I did feel ambivalent about that. These kids have by in large learned to take what they can and run with it and come to groups to get things, not build relationship. I brought the concern to BJ, and he gave me the green light to speak on the bus. And so I talked about, even though we were doing the prizes to make our focus relationship and in how we bestowed prizes and ran the games for our focus to be their hearts.

Around 5:00PM we rolled out towards the camp. I rode with BJ to help navigate...and goodness knows that was a bit exciting. For having worked in the Burlington area so long I'm really not familiar with the layout of the surrounding area like Sedro-Woolley. We got to the freeway and from there I could get us there no problem, thank the Lord.

When we arrived at Camp 2 the worship trailer was already there. My heart pretty much lept when I saw it. I was back! We rolled across the little sketch wood bridge that even in a car made one nervous to cross. You can feel the slats of wood move as you roll over them. A part of the experience I embrace. I do admit I was glad the worship trailer hadn't done the bridge in. I was impressed they'd been able to get it across given how narrow the bridge is.

I helped Rhonda park the bus and watch for kids. Then I got on in, gave some mini to the point speech, prayed, and we got off it. Maybe I'm just super in love with the ministry, but it felt like I was stepping out onto holy ground. I greeted the first kids I saw instantly. It was go time and I was going. If ever there was a time in my life when I knew what needed to happen and I was ready to lead it was this moment.

One of the girls who remembered me.

We drew the kids over to our activities. Some of them remembered me, which really brought joy to my heart. They always remember Suzanne and Mara, but often my role hasn't built super deep one on one relationships because I'm running around with kids on my back or catching grasshoppers or other things that I don't expect to be remembered for. But I was wrong. I guess after knowing a lot of those kids consistently for so many years they remember me as well as I remember them.

Olivia loving on a little boy.

I'm a video guy, and have brought my video camera into the camps since 2007. Last year I brought my HV30 (high def $800 camera) to Nicaragua and the Philippines, but even still didn't feel like it would be a good idea to bring to Burlington. But this year, since it could be the last time I'd get to do this, I brought it. I'm thankful I did and that God's hand of protection was over it. As I was filming with it my heart was just overflowing. I don't remember feeling SO happy in at least a year, maybe even longer. Watching Adventure plug in and engage with these kids as well, or better than I'd been playing in my head since 2009 was almost too much. I was just whispering "thank you, God. Thank you Jesus. Thank you. Thank you" as I watched everything unfolding. I wrote in my journal that night "Watching the team was one of the most amazing experiences - maybe of my life...If I'd died in that moment I would have been truly content. Fully happy."

Hannah painting a girl's arm after getting painted herself.

Nick blowing up balloons.

I wish I had complete video coverage of every amazing moment that evening. I got a lot of them, but I know there's so many that I've forgotten too. Watching Hannah and Heidi rock the face painting was amazing. Hannah let the kids paint on her arms and face - Heidi had a really special connection with a little girl, Esmeranda, I knew from last year. Just thinking about what I saw at the face painting table is bringing me back to a really emotional place. The bead crew was awesome. Sami - Caleb - and Olivia. The games - bean bag toss and car races - our team got what I'd said about relationship. It was all about engaging with the kids and their hearts. Making balloon animals (and eventually swords), wow. It was great watching Nick and Zac get beat up by them - a role similar to one I've taken many times, and would yet take almost every day from this point on.

Garat and I doing some piggyback.

Just because I had the camera didn't mean I was out of the action. I spun kids around, did a little piggyback (I was running low on food that gave me actual sustenance so my energy was not good for that), tickled kids and talked to them. I was in my element.

Everyone worshiping.

At some point along the line the worship started and a lot of the youth group and kids joined in. I was filming it and taking pictures, capturing moments that I don't ever want to forget. During that a boy asked to use my still camera. I let him. Was it smart? Maybe not. Was it as dumb as letting a little girl use my video camera a couple minutes later...no. Was that pretty dumb. Absolutely. Did it surprise me that after I'd given people advice to hang onto and watch their cameras that I broke the rule completely within an hour of being on the field? Absolutely not. Throughout the evening I shared both cameras with a couple different kids. Arely (I'm guessing on the spelling), a girl you'll hear a lot more about in continuing blog posts, was one who got to use it.

Arely using my video camera.

She became my little buddy at Camp 2 for the rest of the two weeks. And used my camera a lot. What blew me away is that even though I lost track of the still camera for awhile, it was never stolen. The same deal with my video camera, in increasing amounts as the week went on.

I really enjoyed some of the Spanish rock worship even though I didn't know the words. And even the slower songs. Something about the culture just draws me in. I wasn't in the thick of the worship, but it was awesome soaking it in, loving on the kids, and filming with it going on.

During the sermon I was in and out. Arely and other kids wanted to play out in what I'll call the soccer and grasshopper field, so I and some others went with them. Honestly it's a blur how it all went, but I know I was busy running around for part of the time.

Hannah and I at Sakuma 2.

At some point I looked over and saw Hannah sitting on a bench under the pavilion looking, as I'd describe it, rather wilty. Definitely like she was on the dehydrated side. I'm not normally someone who likes to share water...but she hadn't brought any. It turned out to be an actual high moment laying down my irrational fear of backwash, strange as that may sound.





Something I jotted down in my journal, that still reflects how I feel is "God used a terribly flawed man [myself] to bring life to kids. And God will do even more."

The gentleman and a cute kid. :)

I had a discussion with one gentleman from the worship trailer group, and I wish I'd written down some of its contents, but in essence he was blown away that my vision had brought so much together. It was pretty epic.

When we left the group was so excited to go back the next day. I was pretty excited at everyone's enthusiasm.

There was a great kickback to my first Burlington mission trip for me in that we showered at the Mt. Vernon YMCA both times. Why is that epic to me? Really it's just the great symmetry of it all, and I wasn't a part of finding locations to shower either time. So it was like God having a little sense of humor with us AND providing showers...praise Him for that!

The night was rough. Some people hit breakdown point. Watching one of my close friends (who shall remain nameless since I haven't asked their permission to write this), had a pretty brutal emotional and physical breakdown after praying for someone and had to be carried to the room, and all I could do was stand there and watch - feel extremely powerless and pray.

As if this blog entry isn't long enough...indulge a little more. It strikes me reading my journal that "wow", there were almost two different Brian's in the space of 3 hours. One who rose up and made a mission happen...and one who reverted back to the inner 15 year old or so self who didn't know what to do and felt inadequate to handle the situation.

Will this blog end on a rather downer note, much like the day did? It seems right to me in telling the story to tell it how it was and not sugarcoat the times that were difficult or I almost gave up. So yeah, after the leader's meeting and laying out a plan I did go to bed rather discouraged and still praying. I don't function well at 1AM...which felt like 3AM to me having got used to the Illinois time zone.

I didn't know what I'd encounter the next day. Would more of the team break down? Would my friend still be owned? Would people feel disillusioned or really struggle if there was less excitement at Camp 2? I went to sleep with those questions buzzing around my overcrowded mind.