Knoxville: Day Three - and it all comes together

While our group came up several days early to serve at the Baptist Mission and to paint the Washington Pike youth rooms, we have all been preparing for the main event: Washington Pike's Back to School Bash. 

Our group got to explore Knoxville some this morning before it was all hands on deck to serve the community, but because a pictures says a thousand words, I'll let the photos do the talking except to say,

  • 600 guests,
  • 490 backpacks filled with school supplies,
  • a million degrees, and 
  • countless bounces, snow cones, bags of popcorn, hotdogs, and faces painted, and immeasurable love shared

The Sun Sphere, from ”the scruffy little city”’s hosting of the World’s Fair in 1982. And yes it did feature the Rubik’s cube!
Two of my favorites
Some more of my favorites! 
EG modeling her Cruze’s custard
We had our daily teaching time at the UT Botanical Garden, so it was hard to limit myself to this one picture!
Back on site gearing up and getting school supplies ready! 
All hands on deck!
EG helping students fill their chosen backpacks with their school supply lists
Elijah acting as “bouncer” 😂
Julianna putting her love of art to work for the glory of God
Maggie connecting with the kids who came for face painting
Adria serving the Lord, loving on his creation, and doing it all with a smile! 
These fellas were the kings of cool! 

Drone shot; I didn’t realize how long our lines were until I saw this! It was just a busy and joyous few hours that flew by!
Washington Pike and Concord shouting “God loves you, Knoxville!” 

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