Something Old, Something New: a Tale of Two Mexicos Plus: save your soul and the world, inquire inside!If you were an evangelical in your coming of age period at the turn of the millennium, you or several of your close God-fearing friends took a mission trip (or dozens). Mission trips were like…I guess a wandering train of [Jesus] Freaks setting up shop in one nation or another. Instead of fortune tellers, strongmen, and bearded ladies, mission trips brought a gimmicky way to “spread the gospel”.Anyhoo, these trips were SO emo. We all got on board a bus or a plane or some kid’s mom’s minivan and entered the mission field. Once there, we’d build (and/or rebuild - allegedly) a playground or a church or an orphanage, or dress up like mimes, or stand on actual soapboxes on street corners - all to shout about the wonderful plan Jesus has for your life. Then, Mission Accomplished, we would leave enriched with culture, travel, and the uncanny feeling that perhaps this trip was for us all along. We’d reflect, shocked, that maybe we learned more from the people we came to help than we ever had to teach them. White saviors start early.Lindsay, Meg, and Sarai talk about their experiences going to exotic places (including Oklahoma!!), spreading the gospel like a linen duvet cover (shout out to our 40-ish mom friends!). Cringe your way through the past and remember that oh, so fresh feeling of saving souls and taking names.