ASBURY FIRST MONDAY READER | JULY 21, 2025

CONTENTS: A MISSION TRIP TO FORT MYERS – A REFLECTION by ELLIE CADY

PRIDE – "NO MATTER WHO YOU LOVE..."


When you picture a bunch of teenagers heading on a trip to Florida, you’re probably thinking of beaches, palm trees, and relaxing under the sun. Honestly, when Fort Myers came up as a possible destination for our 2025 youth mission trip, I thought the same thing. As Mike, Garrett, and I spent the past year planning and preparing, I imagined a very meaningful week of service, as always—but maybe mixed in with a little sunshine and beach time. I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend a week in Florida with their friends?

But as soon as we arrived, that relaxing picture quickly shifted. Within just a few hours of landing in Fort Myers, we learned that our work wouldn’t be in response to a recent storm as we had thought, but to Hurricane Ian—a hurricane that had hit more than two years ago. And yet, the damage was still everywhere. Homes torn apart, people displaced and living in shelters barely passing as livable, and a sense that the community was still very much in recovery. The storm may have passed, but the work was far from over. 


After a two hour drive from the airport to the retreat center and a really delicious meal, we set up our chairs in a circle and had our first worship of the week. We sang songs many of us knew from summer camps and met the other church’s youth group that we would be working alongside for the week. Exhausted from our 4 a.m. wake-up, we headed straight to our bunks and crashed for the night.

Starting on Monday, our days took on a pattern: wake up early (for some, extra early to run), load up the vans, eat breakfast, and work for hours powered by turkey and cheese sandwiches. NOTHING tastes better than a sandwich on a mission trip. I was lucky to be in Work Group 1, with Jessica and Johnny as our group leaders. We kicked off our week taping, cutting and painting the entire exterior of a man’s house who had been impacted by Hurricane Ian. We were led by our fantastic contractor, a man named Elliot who taught us the basics and helped to push us in the right direction. The work was not easy, and the Florida heat was relentless, but my group powered through with determination, positive attitudes and a lot of country music. 

We were able to complete the entire house in a day and a half, and move onto our next task through the Fort Myers community center. My group was split into three, with some boys working on flooring and others painting different rooms in a house. As we walked through the neighborhoods, it was incredible to see just how much damage was still present in these homes, but also how much work has been done already. Meeting the sisters whose home we were helping to restore was a powerful moment. They were so kind and thankful, and seeing how much it meant to them made all of our effort feel worthwhile. In just one day we left the house with a newly painted bedroom and bathroom, and fresh finished floors in the community center next door. By Wednesday, our group had finished two different projects and made a lasting difference in these people’s lives. 

While our days were full of hard work and long hours, the last day gave us a chance to slow down, have some fun, and reflect on everything we had experienced together. Our whole group piled onto a boat and were able to tour the bay and swim around on a sand bar. After hours of fun on the boat and the beach, we went out shopping in the cute beach town and got dinner in our “family” groups. Later that night was our final worship, a very meaningful moment to me as a senior. We shared about our week, our favorite memories and funny moments, had communion, honored the seniors with kind words and advice, and reflected on moments

we had seen god throughout the week. Then, many of us stayed up throughout the night playing games and dying laughing until our 3am flight back home to Rochester the next morning. 


As with any mission trip, I felt God’s presence and love throughout the week in so many different moments. I saw God in our contractor, Elliot, who risked his life kayaking through the storm to rescue people in his neighborhood. I felt God in the sisterhood formed among the eight girls on this trip, during our nightly debriefs and sharing circles. I felt God in our work van, when “Country Roads” came on and the whole group sang along. I felt God in the story our homeowner shared about losing everything and living in a trailer an hour away for over a year. I saw God when our youth group and the other church’s group became fast friends, laughing and taking pictures together. I felt God in the nightly dance parties and sing-alongs, and in the tears we shed during our final worship service. I saw God in the way our chef so thoughtfully accommodated food allergies. I felt God in new friendships and old ones, in the laughter that echoed through our cabin every night, and in the amazing leadership of our chaperones - and especially our incredible youth leader, Mike.


A mission trip is a truly special week. Every single one I’ve been on has left a lasting impact, and this one was no different. It’s the kind of experience I believe every person should have at least once in their life. I’m so grateful I got to do God’s work alongside the people who make me feel the happiest and laugh the most. To anyone considering a mission trip in the future - DO IT! You’ll be so glad you did, and you just might meet some of the best friends you’ll ever have.


What we accomplished in just a few days made a real difference, not only in the lives of those we served, but in each of us who showed up to work. It is a real reminder that when we come together with open hearts and a willingness to serve, we truly can bring hope and healing to communities in need.

Thousands turned out for the annual Rochester Pride Parade this past Saturday, celebrating their right to be themselves, to celebrate difference, and to make a public account for all the different faces and bodies of love. People are drawn by the splashes of color, the variety of activities and by a sense of rebellious joy, and this year was no different. Along with the Rochester area United Methodist Church Reconciling Ministries, members of Asbury First helped construct what's become an annual tradition and a standout at the parade: Balloon Jesus

Head over to the Democrat and Chronicle for a photo gallery featuring our very own Jim Carter, juggling with pride, and proudly displaying his message of love on behalf of the United Methodist Church. The T-shirt, designed by member at large, Ian Carlos Urriola, states "No matter who you love, this United Methodist Loves You," a simple but defiantly open-hearted idea.  

If you'd like your own, T-shirts can be ordered online by clicking here.


Asbury First affirms that no one – irrespective of age, racial identity, gender or gender identity, or sexual orientation – is incompatible with the church's ministry and teaching. LGBTQ+ persons are a Good expression of God’s diverse creation and we advocate for the affirmation of all of God’s children in the Church and the world. We now celebrate the potential for full participation of all LGBTQ+ people throughout the life and leadership of the Church. 

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