Several days ago I returned from my first ever missions trip, to Nagua, Dominican Republic. The trip was absolutely tremendous. So much happened that I hardly know where to start. But for 3 days we walked through the streets of Nagua and shared the gospel with people in their homes and businesses. We did not have one single instance of someone refusing to listen. And many, many people received Christ. We went into the prison and 2 ladies (of the 15 that are incarcerated) received Christ, with tears. We went into the hospital and the Lord healed a man who had some type of palsy and people got saved there too. We held church services each night and they were packed, with people standing outside in the streets to hear.
As much of a creature of habit as I am, and as much as I am accustomed to American comforts, I found myself adjusting to Nagua very quickly. It was hard to come back home and I still cry when I think about the time in Nagua.
Personally, this has affected me greatly. Sitting at a desk doing accounting for 8-10 hours a day doesn’t make sense anymore. Everybody said this would be a life changing experience. They were right.