Small Acts of Solidarity Matter
We navigated the paths packed down by people ahead of us, the freezing wind whipping across the open green. It was dark and cold but we could see our goal: a huddle of over a hundred people, a constellation of…
We navigated the paths packed down by people ahead of us, the freezing wind whipping across the open green. It was dark and cold but we could see our goal: a huddle of over a hundred people, a constellation of…
My name is Leo, and I am currently serving in Philadelphia. I work as a Health Access Liaison with the Nationalities Service Center (NSC), a refugee resettlement agency. Every day, I work with clients to schedule appointments, help them find…
A new sun shines over Georgetown, Guyana. The day begins. Our MVC Community is already up and ready: Lydia gets up the earliest and is headed to serve at the hospital, Natalie is out to catch her ride to the…
There’s a question that has haunted me for as long as I can remember. It first emerged during my elementary school days, posed by my loving parents around the dining‐room table. When I started college, the question that followed me…
(pictured left to right: Mercy Volunteers Amanda, Clare, Jarid, and Kris) The most enriching part of my experience so far has been the opportunity to reconnect—with the land, with community, and most deeply, with myself. Spending time in Benson, Vermont…