On the way to Morristown, our leaders gave Trainees the task of splitting our team into a few groups. These groups would be in charge of doing some ministry in the community of Morristown once we got there. I ended up being on the VBS group, in which we were going to put on a one day kids camp for some children at an apartment complex.
Now, I was very excited to go to this specific apparently complex, because I just had recently came here and help put on a two day camp just a few months ago. So as you may assume, I remembered all of the kids names, faces and stories. I was so excited to see them again, play with them and also talk about the Lord’s goodness with them.
Now, for some context on Morristown. This is a majorly hispanic immigrant community in East Tennessee. Recently, ICE was in this town and raided an apartment complex and took families out of their homes to send them back to their native land. This is an unfortunately common and sick thing our government has been doing for years now. Because of this, the Morristown community is living in great fear right now. People do not want to leave their homes, kids don’t have the permission from the parents to play outside and darkness is covering there families. Families if I may add, who are good people, who love God, raise children well and have great morals. Families who are trying to escape countries that are war ridden, ran by cartels and poverty stricken. God’s word all throughout the canon will actually emphasize the importance of taking care of the immigrant. It’s one of the major people groups in which God wants us to minister to. (Timothy 5:3, Psalm 68, Deuteronomy 27:19, James 1:27)
Now, once we got there, I was expecting to see so many kids waiting for us, as they always do, but that wasn’t the case. The few children who were outside were there because our lovely Pastor Zeneida, made them clean up the trash on the field we were going to use lol. Got to love her. So, as we normally do, me and Deborah got off the bus and went around the entire complex knocking on doors, letting people know about what we were doing. Now, these people know our faces, as we have been coming here for some time now. But, this time it was very different. The rooms were dark, people were hiding, kids were scared.