This morning on my phone, photos popped up from 5 years ago. They were from the last Workcamp I attended before I moved. I remember it well when I told the youth I was leaving and we all cried. Those were the best of times, best of people, best of experiences that forever changed me. As I thought about those mission trips, I became more grateful for God sightings, incredible selfless youth and adults, road trips, rainy Wednesdays, “Get Down”, daily devotions, paint fights, work accomplished, lives touched, and mostly to be a part of something MUCH bigger than myself. At Mass this morning, the Gospel reading was the parable of the Good Samaritan who helped a robbery victim when no one else would. Jesus laid out for us that people in need are our “neighbor”. I, along with thousands of others each summer, served our neighbors. It was interesting how this all tied together.
I Found God today realizing how I and thousands others served out neighbors.