Italy.
A country full of cobblestone streets, art galleries, and statues.
Famous for coliseum, leaning tower of pisa, and cathedrals.
The hot spot for honeymoons, overseas studying, and tourists.
Numerous boutiques, fashion schools, and magazines.
Delicious spaghetti, gelato, and pizza.
A country surrounded in sin, hopelessness, and false teachings.
O how selfish I am. I spend so much time focusing on myself. How I look, my status on facebook, what I'm doing this weekend, how much money I'm making...yet I fail to acknowledge those around me. The hurting. The broken. The lonely. The lost. Bari, Italy is a city full of all of these. My heart goes out to this country, I can't get the people off my mind. They need change. They need to hear the work of Christ. When I used to think of a mission trip, I thought a poverty stricken jungle or desert. Yet when I heard of the trip to Italy, it was like my hands were glued to the keyboard until I applied for the trip. Italy needs a second chance. An awakening. Hope. A savior.
