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My Grace is Sufficient

Something that I have consistently found when serving on missions trips is that God always uses the experience to mold and shape the Christian almost as much as (and sometimes more than) he uses the...

All Brokenness Aside

If you could ask any member of my team what they would remember most about the weather of the first week and a half of SMI, I can almost guarantee that they would reply emphatically with one word:...

Grace Flows Down

Grace Flows Down

I could tell endless stories of the names and faces I’ve met this week. I walked into Bethel Temple a week ago, carrying the weight of recent life events with very little idea of what I was getting...

A Day of Door-to-Door

Friday, June 29th. We had a full day of Door-to-Door outreach ahead of us. We trekked along, soon to be covered in sweat. “Hi, would you be interested in a free health screening?" Over the many...

SMI 2018: The First Three Days

When I arrived at the house on Allegheny St. on Saturday morning, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. As soon as I opened the door, though, I already saw people bustling about the kitchen,...

Urban Hope’s amazing worship

Today was a very busy day at SMI. Many things occurred but my favorite part was the church worship. Worship at Urban Hope, where I was assigned, began around 10:30am. Like the expression “one...

Beyond the Walls

Beyond the Walls

What do we see when we look at a city like Northern Philadelphia? What do we think when our eyes glaze over the boarded up row homes and graffiti-laced buildings, or the discarded syringes and empty...

The Physician as Image Bearer

The Physician as Image Bearer

Evangelism. So there is a lot of thinking I still have to do about how to carry this out in my daily medical practice. One concept which I had not really connected to bearing witness to Christ as a...

Warm and Welcoming!

Warm and Welcoming!

While at SMI, I’ve had the privilege to learn so much about a community which despite numerous tragedies has been welcoming. I am amazed to look into the eyes of someone who doesn’t know me, yet...

Usefully Weak

Usefully Weak

Prior coming to SMI, I fearfully wrestled with my inadequacy of medical experiences since I don’t start school until August for occupational therapy. The first week of SMI magnified the intense...

Glory in Our Suffering

Glory in Our Suffering

Today, I found myself asking God why some people have to deal with so much suffering. I am struggling with reconciling the suffering and pain I have been exposed to in the past week with my own...

Two Days In: a Good Report

Two Days In: a Good Report

Five days into SMI, and each day this program amazes me more and more. Each day I feel more comfortable and genuinely happy with these people, and I know it is because God has hand selected every...

More than Bodies

More than Bodies

"Looking around I see miles of bricks and stones, these are all intricate parts of the city I call home, The streets of North Philadelphia where I’m proud to be, Sharing God’s love, and his message...

Crying is Okay

During my time here at SMI, I was really challenged with the idea of comforting this neighborhood. Seventeen students gathered to use our talents to not only physically help the city of North...

“It shall not return to me empty”

Isaiah 55:10-11 “For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so...

Princes and Paupers: Who Are The Poor?

As many medical students can confirm, type A people—you know who you are—like to compartmentalize.  We like to organize: work, time, people.   But in the three weeks that I’ve spent here, I’ve found...

When in our hopelessness we meet the Saviour

I, perhaps like most of the students, began our outreach into the community with excitement and trepidation, hopefulness and uneasiness. It was discouraging to arrive at homes to only find our team...

Esperanza in Jesus Christ

The more people I talk to and the more houses I walk into, there is less esperanza to be found. Esperanza is the Spanish word for hope, and is also the name of the medical center that we are...