The mission is as follows....

Mission status:  What is the mission of the mission?
Ireland is amazing. When I went there before I fell in love with everything about it.
Children's church is amazing. I love helping little kids find a relationship with Jesus and just over all hanging out with kids.
So whats the point of the whole trip?
Well, I assumed it was just help out where I was needed. The more helpers they have the more kids they can accept into the camp for those two weeks. Last year they didn't have enough helpers and had to turn kids away. So my being there will help more kids be able to come in! I thought, love of Ireland + helping kids =Mission.
But today I was thinking about the kids camp and I was remembering some things and I came with a new revelation.
When I was little children's church was amazing. When I look back all I can do is smile. It was so much fun being in plays with my friends and those little details are always the things we never forget. My dad in a giant praying mantis suit, purple ketchup during vacation Bible school, playing with teachers, and singing and dancing to our favorite fun kid worship songs that I still remember today.
What I think is really amazing is right around that time my family had a really hard event happen. And although it was tough and we all were heart broken I actually can almost vividly remember those good moments better than that hard time. I can actually visualize in my head peoples faces distinctly, exactly where they were standing on days in vacation Bible school. I can hear my little cousin Abby singing next to me and my little Baby sister with her fountain pony tail. All of these weird details I've been able to hold onto for all of these years. Where as the sadness of the hard time was heart breaking I seem to loose details of it more and more. I hardly remember one song of a funeral, and crying. The details of the happiness and the fun of church and being with my friends and family has managed to over power the sadness of those days. So I remember more happiness than sadness, which back then I would have never believed. But regardless of what I believed then, what I remember now is what I remember now.

The point I am trying to make is what if I could share this with other kids? What if I could give them these kinds of great memories that will over power hard times? Even when the hard times back up those good times by a week, or one night. They'll remember that church is a fun place and learning about God was fun! So when they're all grown up they'll flash back to those memories and go "Hey! That church was fun when I was little! We had a blast! Maybe I'll go visit it..." So they go and visit and they get saved and spirit filled and they bring their kids and they start buildings they're own relationships with God! They have they're whole family saved now because the one person remembers just like I did. And then he gets his neighbors saved. And he himself will feel so much better as his bad memories start to fade and he still has all of those details of him as a little Irish kid at his little Irish camp with the American teacher who only came over for two weeks to help out.
Thats the mission. Help these kids build great memories with God, and build relationships with him that will last forever.

How many lives can I change in two weeks? ;)