Re-Entry Weekend: Love, Reignited
The graces of this re entry weekend can be summed up by one word: gratitude. The transition home from mission to grad school was incredibly fast, but returning here to where the Lord first called me to mission...
The graces of this re entry weekend can be summed up by one word: gratitude. The transition home from mission to grad school was incredibly fast, but returning here to where the Lord first called me to mission...
Having finally made it through the terrible rush-hour traffic, I hadn’t been on Olive Street for more than ten minutes before a large group of us set out for the inaugural picnic at Brooklyn Bridge Park...
The people I met and the conversations I had were a wonderful testament to the great work that Con-solatio provides to our world. I think what most impressed me about the evening were all the stories...
I have participated in mission work with Con-solatio twice! I stayed at the mission house in Romania for a week during my study abroad semester, and I did nursing home ministry for an afternoon with the missionaries at the Brooklyn house...
New Year’s was celebrated in Brooklyn in the company of several missionary alumni, who came “home” for the festivities! Here are some of their reflections...
On November 27th, our Con-solatio family celebrated a wonderful Thanksgiving Day together with 85 friends in Brooklyn. Preparations had begun several days earlier...
My orientation with Con-solatio got me fired up to go on mission. Of course, I had already committed to leaving for Romania this fall: I had begun my fundraising, been learning Romanian, and had a decent sense of the beauty and purpose of this mission...
During my orientation time I learned that Con-solatio offers a Re-entry weekend after a volunteer comes back from his/her time serving in another country. At that point I thought “what a logical thing to offer; I am sure it is so helpful.” I was not prepared for the reality of the gift of this weekend....
Home. Just the word conjures up an ache in my heart. I lived in one home my entire childhood and it was a blessed place. I was homesick in varying degrees during my entire mission in Honduras, so I was grieved to find, when I finally returned home, that my homesickness immediately switched to being...
After working for many years in a professional field in NYC, I spent over a year in the Ukraine doing work for a humanitarian NGO. Having returned from a conflicted country, I was feeling out of place and having difficulty adjusting back to our affluent society....