On My Faith
I’m on the train to NYC, where I’ll hop a bus to Ithaca later this evening. I hear multiple languages, see multiple races, and can easily pick out different cultures. The train is full of different stories; those already told, and those yet to come. But this one ride, this short jaunt through New Jersey, is one we will always share.
One hundred fifteen different people have now shared time on Woodside’s mission trip to Grand Bahama Island over the last eight years, creating a commonality amongst the least likely of friends, leaders, and teens. The groups have ranged from 16 to 51, and we are on an upswing in attendance, enthusiasm and interest.