Found in Translation: an unforgettable mission trip where faith, obedience, and forgiveness intersect.

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When Kim Hartlinger—eighteen and spoiled—arrives on a mission trip to Mexico and discovers, to her chagrin, that she’ll be doing construction in a remote village without plumbing and electricity, rather than evangelism in a medium-sized town with a fast food joint . . she has only two choices. “Rough it” (which isn’t exactly what Kim had in mind when she signed up for this trip) or turn around and head home.

Will Kim be able to touch the villagers’ hearts with the Gospel? Or will her time in Mexico be up before she gets the chance?

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ISBN-13: 9781602609617
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
Publication date: 01/01/2011
Series: Altered Hearts Series , #1
Pages: 368
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 15 - 18 Years

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Found in Translation

An Altered Hearts Novel


By Roger E. Bruner, Kristi Rae Bruner

Barbour Publishing, Inc.

Copyright © 2011 Barbour Publishing, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60742-250-1


CHAPTER 1

Day 1

What do you mean I missed my connecting flight?"

Never had I raised my voice to my parents—or to any other adult, for that matter—but I couldn't have screamed much louder at that forty-something Skyfly Airline representative if I'd tried. She may have been joking, but I didn't feel like laughing. I couldn't have missed my flight.

"The plane was here and ready to leave at 1:19. Your baggage was aboard, but you weren't." Although her voice remained calm, she resembled a flashing danger signal and siren that screamed from head to toe, "Kim Hartlinger, it's not my fault you're the most irresponsible eighteen-year-old I've ever met!"

"So," she said, "your flight left without you. We paged you a number of times first, but you never responded."

"Is that what those announcements were?" Curiosity and defensiveness made me forget my initial irritation. I was too naive to know how concerned I should have been. "I heard somebody paging a Kimmy Somebody-or-Other, but nobody calls me Kimmy—and nobody ever will. If that guy said Hartlinger, I misunderstood him. His accent was thick, like a TWI—talking while intoxicated—or maybe like someone who isn't a native English speaker. Don't tell me announcements like that are made somewhere offshore."

Telephone support for our home computer was, and I hated calling there for that very reason.

Oblivious to everything I'd just said, Millie Q.—I'd glanced at her name tag a moment before—had the nerve to smile, revealing an excess of leathery wrinkles that wood filler would have smoothed out better than her rainbow of cheap and ill- applied makeup.

I could also see a mouthful of teeth that needed braces so badly I was tempted to refer her to my orthodontist. I doubted, however, that she could handle the commute from the Dallas/ Fort Worth Airport to Georgia on a regular basis, even for something as important as making those fangs look friendlier.

Besides, I wasn't in a mood to do her any favors. If she was teasing about missing my flight, her humor was sick and her attitude the ultimate in unprofessional. If she was serious—I was battling hard to reject the niggling possibility that she was—I needed to consider my alternatives. Normally, Scarlett O'Hara and I could put our worries on hold until tomorrow; but I had to reach San Diego early enough today to join the mission team to Mexico or turn around and go home again.

I could have panicked then, but I didn't. Missing my flight would be a minor nuisance comparable to short periods of bumpiness due to mild turbulence. It couldn't be a real problem like a major blizzard closing the San Diego airport in mid-July and preventing the plane from landing.

Although I'd never been on a plane before today, I imagined flying must be pretty much like traveling by city bus. Miss a flight, especially at a large airport like DFW, and another one headed for the same destination will come along any minute.

No worries. I'd be on a plane to San Diego soon enough.

Millie Q. hadn't finished getting her digs in, though.

"They spent fifteen minutes wrestling your luggage off the plane, making that flight late leaving. Very late. One of the baggage handlers ended up in the emergency room with two broken toes after dropping one of your bags on his foot. What do you have in there—bricks?"

She couldn't fool me with her story about the baggage handler, although I couldn't deny that my luggage was heavy. Excessively so.

I didn't regret having to pay seventy-five dollars for the overweight extra suitcases, though. I needed everything I'd packed: a professional-quality hair dryer; enough matching shoes and purses to have a fresh look every day; a treasure chest of my best cosmetics and toiletries; enough clothes to wear separate day and night outfits for the next fourteen days; a steam iron and travel-sized ironing board; and a small, high-power portable karaoke system with dozens of accompaniment CDs and tons of extra D-cell batteries.

Oh, and I'd packed a thick Spanish-English Bible I hadn't taken out of the box yet. I didn't bother bringing a Spanish dictionary, though. After all, we would have translators; and I wouldn't need to communicate with the Mexican natives without one. Besides, I'd studied too much French in high school to feel like learning any Spanish now that I'd graduated.

"Kim," Millie Q. said, resuming what seemed like her current favorite activity—picking on me, "if you'd been here at boarding time, you would be in the air now. You and every one of your bricks." She grinned.

I cringed at seeing those teeth again. Doesn't Skyfly care about the appearance of your mouth? Then I smirked without intending to. Your mouth reflects badly on Skyfly in more ways than one, lady.

Then I realized what she'd said.

"At boarding time? Look at my watch!" I stuck my left wrist in front of her eyes, unaware that the time display was upside down. "You see that, Millie? It's only 1:00 p.m., and my plane isn't supposed to leave until 1:23." I glanced outside where the plane should have been. "What have you done with my plane?"

Although I'd once seen a magician on TV make an airliner disappear, Millie couldn't shrink my concerns by a single millimeter.

"There's your problem." I heard the implied "you dodo" as she pointed to my wrist. "Your watch is wrong. It's 2:00 p.m. now—actually 2:04. We started talking at 2:01." She failed to suppress a smirk as she pointed to the huge digital clock on the wall behind her without turning to face it.

The next Vanna White? No way.

"I, uh ..."

No matter how poorly Millie and I had communicated so far, I couldn't argue with the facts, and they all agreed that my time didn't match DFW's. I had too much intelligence to question which one was wrong.

But why weren't they the same?

"Didn't you set your watch to local time when the pilot from Atlanta announced it?"

She didn't grin like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland, but like a demented rat. I might have reacted less defensively if she'd asked a helpful, friendly "Did you ...?" instead of what assailed my ears as a nasty, accusatory "Didn't you ...?"

"Of course I did!"

I remembered setting my watch. I'd stopped freshening my makeup to do it. I was a hesitant first-time flyer, but I knew having the right time was imperative. Mom and Dad would have been proud of me. No carelessness on my part today. No, sir.

But—oh, no!—I forgot I was wearing a different watch now. When I spilled my makeup on the floor of the plane, I lost the watch I'd just reset and was now wearing the totally inelegant replacement I bought at one of the airport gift shops. Since the new watch was already running after I fought my way into the plastic packaging—it was too cheap to merit a box—I assumed the factory had set it to the correct time.

Duh. The correct time at the North Pole, maybe. So much for "no carelessness" today.

Imagining Mom and Dad shaking their heads as if they'd predicted a disaster like this was bad enough. Just this morning before leaving home, Dad said, "I wonder if the airlines are up to our well-intentioned Kimberly." He barely cracked a smile when he added, "Do you suppose Mexico has special insurance to cover Kimber-quakes?"

He'd been teasing—or so I'd convinced myself at the time. I wasn't so sure now. Either way, I wasn't going to admit any more of my carelessness to Millie Q. than I had to.

"I bought a new watch," I said, as if that explained everything.

"I assumed that." Millie reached across the counter and peeled off a sticker I'd overlooked.

"They failed to set the time correctly at the factory." There. I'd told her my version of the complete truth.

I wished she would stop laughing so hard, though. I was going to have to compromise if I wanted her to help me. "I guess I should have checked the time on an airport clock, huh?"

She nodded, tears of laughter overflowing the dam of her raccoon-look, black eye makeup and giving her face a mildly water-colored streak.

I guess I should have prayed then, but swearing came more naturally under the circumstances.

I couldn't yield to the urge to curse, though. I was desperate to break that habit. If I didn't succeed now, I'd chance being sent home early from the mission trip. Swallowing my favorite four-letter words to keep from saying them aloud was like trying to eat dry, crumbly cheese without a nice mug of diet root beer to wash it down.

"Millie, will you please get me on the next available flight?" I smiled at her as if we'd become best friends. That was tougher than forcing back swear words. "Just book me on a plane that's a lot faster than the one I missed so I can still arrive in San Diego at the original time. Okay?"

Her laughter broke the cosmetic dam that time, leaving her face looking like a little kid had finger painted a hodgepodge of abstract art all over it. I had to keep my eyes focused on hers so I wouldn't crack up laughing back.

I didn't want her to think I was laughing with her.

"Kim, you've never flown before, have you?" She didn't wait for me to shake my head no. "You'd need to rent the space shuttle to reach San Diego that fast. Or maybe ask Scotty to beam you there."

She cackled. I didn't.

Stranded on Gilligan's Island in the middle of a busy international airport, I was starting to despair of Millie Q. even wanting me to get to San Diego on time. More likely, though, she enjoyed torturing me so much she would keep it up as long as she could.

I kept waiting desperately for Mom's voice to say, "Wake up, Kim. We need to leave for the airport in thirty minutes."

But—alas!—I was already wide awake.

Miss Congeniality started clack-clack-clacking away on her computer keyboard without saying anything else. I couldn't tell if she was doing something to help or just ignoring me. Whatever else, she succeeded at annoying me big-time.

Lord, if she doesn't help me now, You will, won't You? After all, this mission project is Yours, and I know You plan to bless my activities in a special way. Don't You have a moral obligation to fix this mess and get me to San Diego in time for orientation?

Perhaps whining, cajoling, and trying to pin a guilt trip on God as if He'd landed me in this dilemma weren't the most mature things for a Christian to do; but I was starting to catch on that this situation far exceeded my ability to control, and that realization made me more than a little queasy.

When God didn't respond the instant I said amen, I looked at Millie Q. She was still clack-clack-clacking—can't you set that keyboard to silent mode!—doing who knows what.

My panic level began inching its way up, like the red column of mercury in an old- fashioned thermometer. But if I'd known what I was facing today—this problem was just one more installment in today's ongoing tragicomedy—I would have begun practicing my panicking months ago rather than my music.

Witnessing to the lost people of Ciudad de Plata—Silver City—with my singing, my testimony, and my modest Southern charm—I'd use that Spanish- English Bible if I needed to—would be the thrill of my young adulthood, especially when we won everyone in Silver City to Jesus in two weeks.

Well, almost everyone. They might not let us visit prisoners, and they might be afraid to let us convert highranking government officials.

Of course, I was also looking forward to chowing down on all the authentic Mexican tacos, chimichangas, and enchiladas I could and buying one of those sombreros that's bigger than me. That would look so cool at the community pool back home. Making people walk three feet around me would be a blast.

Although I'd been a professing Christian for just a couple of years, I'd grown up in a Christian home and been heavily involved in church activities almost since birth.

I believed God loves and cares about everyone equally.

"He loved Judas Iscariot as much as He loved Simon Peter," my parents used to tell me.

So every person in the world should have a chance to hear and respond to His Good News—even that toothy toad across the counter from me.

I hoped God didn't expect me to witness to her, though. Playing Jonah to a Nineveh that welcomed me—that's how I pictured Ciudad de Plata—was one thing, but I almost gagged at the thought of having to be Jonah to Millie Q.

Miss Congeniality's nasal voice brought me out of my daze.

"The good news is we have five flights leaving for San Diego between now and midnight"—Huh? What's wrong with Skyfly? Only five flights in ten hours isn't one every few minutes!—"and the next flight hasn't started boarding yet."

I stared at her, unsure whether to get my hopes up. What was the ...?

"The bad news?" The expression on my face must have been as legible as handwriting. "That flight is completely full. The next one doesn't have any available seats, either. Neither does the one after that or the one after that." I was glad she didn't say, "I'm sorry." I wouldn't have believed her.

Then she changed to an unbelievably cheery voice that would have sounded more convincing coming from an undertaker talking with a bereaved family. "But switching back to the good news channel ..."

She glanced to her right and to her left as if expecting a drum roll from somewhere. I rolled my eyes impatiently, but I doubt that she saw me.

"The 10:19 red-eye has one seat left. It's at the very back, but at least it's inside the plane." She paused as if expecting me to laugh. "Shall I book you on that one?"

"But the mission team buses will leave for Mexico without me. They'll reach Ciudad de Plata before I leave Dallas/Fort Worth."

"Oh, you're going to Mexico? Your baggage is only checked through to San Diego, you know. Before you change planes there, you'll have to pick up your luggage at the baggage claim area and recheck it. I hope you have plenty of time before the flight to your final destination. Of course, since flights leaving San Diego after 11:30 p.m. have to pay a hefty fine, practically no airlines fly out that late. So you'll have to wait until tomorrow morning after 6:30 for a flight to Mexico, anyhow."

I seldom cried—I could manipulate boys without having to—but the reality of my dilemma finally hit and hit hard. I was terrified, not just angry and frustrated. I couldn't waste time and energy calming down, and Millie's inattentiveness was making things worse—if that was possible.

She didn't honestly believe she was helping me, did she? Like my dad sometimes, Millie Q. hadn't listened closely enough to grasp the real problem, and she couldn't have misunderstood the facts more perfectly if I'd been speaking a foreign language.

But worst of all, she was a grown woman. She should have been more like Mom than like Dad.

"That's all well and good, Millie, but—as I just explained to you—we're going to Mexico by bus, not plane, and the group I'm going with is not going to wait for me."

I heard my voice rising again, and my favorite expletives began pawing the earth to see which one would break out of the starting gate first. I was cheering for the one that would tell the toad where to take an extended hot vacation.

No, Kim. Don't even joke about something like that. Hell is for eternity, and your goal is to stop people from going there, not encourage them to.

Millie Q. hadn't maxed out on thoughtlessness and insensitivity yet, though.

"So, Kim," she said, just as oblivious to my dilemma as before, "do you want to take the 10:19 flight or not? There's a hundred-dollar fee for changing your unchangeable reservation. We wouldn't charge you if Skyfly had been responsible for your missed flight, but ..."

She shook her head and shrugged. She didn't need to say, "But we're not responsible."

"Do you have a hundred dollars, Kim?"

As if I could have gotten a refund on the manicure I had an hour ago while killing the time I didn't know I didn't have. Or on all the airport food I'd eaten in the past two hours.

"But I'm not changing reservations. I'm just"—think hard, Kim!—"I'm just using my reservation later than I'd intended to."

I didn't realize how featherbrained I must have sounded until I'd said it and heard Millie Q. start guffawing. Passersby were looking at us now—in amused amazement at Millie and in sympathy at me.


(Continues...)

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Found in Translation : an unforgettable mission trip where faith, obedience, and forgiveness intersect. 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
MAHake More than 1 year ago
Take a self-absorbed 18-year-old girl on a mission trip to an extremely remote Mexican village and you may have a recipe for disaster. Roughing it is not part of her vocabulary or lifestyle, yet Kim Hartlinger (appropriate name, don't you think?) surprises herself as she adapts and proves equal to the tasks God puts in her path. Found in Translation by Roger Bruner, written with his daughter Kristi Rae, found this reader excited to be along for the journey. Each unique individual is believably portrayed-foibles, failures, fears, and finding the way. It's a story of growth and exploring relationships as well as the maturing process. But don't think it's all serious and too churchy. Found in Translation is a fun read, like listening to a close friend share personal experiences, including the funny and the embarrassing along with the full truth. Kim's first person narration reveals her heart and her dreams while telling of her two-week adventure. She also develops a close friendship with an African-American girl, which adds a deeper dynamic to her experience. Although marketed as YA, this touching story speaks to adults too. It will challenge and encourage believers to follow Kim's example of surrender and obedience to the Lord's leading. I suggest youth groups read this before heading out on that short-term mission. It would also be insightful for graduating teens before heading off to college. I look forward to the Bruners' next well-written installment in their Altered Hearts series.
Sherri847 More than 1 year ago
If you've ever squirmed with embarrassment, you'll empathize with Kim Hartlinger. By the time you reach the end of the book, you'll be inspired to follow in her mission footsteps. This is great read for teens everywhere.
Pooke More than 1 year ago
Wow, I Found Myself! Kim was living the life of a pampered southern girl, when she meets Christ in a personal way. After that, her life takes a U-turn. Determined to share what she has found, Kim volunteers to go on a mission trip. Even though Kim’s soul changes completely, the rest of her still has a long way to go. For instance, because of her habit of not reading her email, she is unaware the mission trip has changed. They will now be going to a remote location that has been flattened by a tornado, has no running water, and sleep will be outdoors on the ground. Kim is not prepared to rough it. Additionally, her lack of attention causes her to miss her airplane flight, which results in several hours of delay for everyone else on the mission trip. To say she gets off to a rocky start with the group is putting it mildly. In fact, only one person, Aleesha, doesn’t seem upset with her. The whole idea of this trip, Kim thought, was to change people’s lives. Instead, this experience is life-changing for her. It is also one of the most difficult things she has lived through. She experiences frustration, physical injury and intense hostility--especially from one team member. But deep friendship and angelic encounters also await her. I liked this book very much. As the story goes along, the reader is pulled in more and more, and this volume becomes a real page turner. The relationships Kim develops with Aleesha, along with some of the villagers, are heartwarming. As a new convert to Christ, Kim has a problem giving up old habits, including the use of profanity, although the actual words are not given in this volume. Her struggles show her to be like the rest of us who must work hard to get rid of habits. Found in Translation is part of the Altered Hearts Series, but the story definitely stands on its own. This 5-star book is in the young adult category, but will appeal to all readers. I recommend it to all readers who like well-written, or true-to-life fiction. All opinions expressed are my own, and I was not required, or influenced, to give anything but an honest appraisal.
Guest More than 1 year ago
FOUND IN TRANSLATIONS is a story of one girl's journey from being a selfish, self-centered young woman to finding meaning and purpose through a mission trip. She's forced to look beyond her own needs. Before her trip even begins, nothing goes as planned. Kim learns quickly that being inflexible isn't going to cut it. She must adapt, and quickly, to the changes she has no control over. She learns a swift lesson in, our plans are not always what God has planned, and for good reason. The importance of listening to God's whispers and following them out, even when we can't see past our own plans. Mission trips can do that to a person.
AlyssaL More than 1 year ago
Found in Translation by Roger Bruner with Kristi Rae Bruner is a teen novel about Kim Hartlinger, a spoiled eighteen-year-old who is going on a mission trip to Mexico where God transforms her to be more like Him. This novel was interesting to read, especially considering the fact that while I was reading it, I was preparing for my first short term mission trip! (Plus I am 18 and recently graduated from highschool...like Kim :).) In my opinion, the characters in this book make very sudden changes in the way they behave...yes, there are reasons but it still seems way more immediate than it would be in real life. The interaction between Kim and her newfound friend Aleesha is cute and fun to read. I like that the author(s) didn't paint either a rosy or depressing picture of missions. They showed that there are joys and challenges. It's hard work but it's so worth it. And God can use you in ways you may never have imagined. This book illustrates the need to be flexible, obedient, forgiving, and to trust in God. To be willing (and want to) do things His way and not stubbornly cling to what we think is best. Even though this is fiction, it was great to see how much could be accomplished, by the grace of God, when a group of Christians worked together as a unified team. I think that the ending is awesome!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ariel_Librarian More than 1 year ago
This book pulled me in immediately. The story is foreworded by Kristi Rae Bruner, Roger's daughter. This story is based on her experience on a similar missions trip, and her life-changing experience. With her knowledge, Roger wrote this story. At first Kim seems like a typical spoiled teenager - thinking of no one but herself. However, she has a genuine Christian heart and wants to help despite the change in circumstances. She makes the best of her situation by frequently laughing at herself, and bonding with Aleesha, an African-American girl that has no issues with Kim's attitude. Kim hits many snags along the way but learns from each of them and grows in her Christian faith. This story is inspiring to all and helps the reader to put themself into another's shoes. A must-read!
Novel_Teen_Book_Reviews More than 1 year ago
Kim heads off on a mission trip adventure that will be filled with what she knows she does best: evangelism. Only Kim missed the memo. The trip was changed and is no longer the one she signed up for. Instead of going to a Mexican city to tell people about Jesus, she is sent to a remote village to do construction work. Kim starts out with a seriously disgruntled attitude about the misunderstanding until she remembers why she signed up in the first place. I enjoyed this story, especially that it was inspired by Kristi Rae Bruner's experiences in Mexico. I adore missionaries and love to hear about people who went on mission trips and how God works in those places. There were a few places in the storytelling where I got confused. Suddenly we were told that something had happened and we read about it after the fact. In a way that gave kind of a journal-like feel to the story. Still, I would have liked to have been there for the action in the scene when Kim got hurt, not just to have heard about it after it happened. Kim's rollercoaster personality amused me, how she'd be a bit of a brat one moment and a humble servant the next. The girl was the real deal, that's for sure. I know I have moments where I do and say things I wish I could take back. (And still wish I could take them back years later.) Overall, I found this to be an enjoyable story with a great message, and I can't wait to see what happens to Kim in book two.
Bobbie6 More than 1 year ago
This is a great read for any teen that has been on or would like to go on a mission trip. Kim starts out on her mission with several oversized suitcases and all the essentials of life (hair dryer, cute clothes, etc.) and big plans. Plans go awry with some fault of her own and some not her fault and with those plans go her idea of what her mission will be are demolished. As demolished as the small Mexican town that becomes the venue for the mission team. Kim and other team memebers change not only the town, but change themselves as they learn to follow God instead of their own ambitions, dreams and ideas. A great story about getting out of the way, trusting God and doing what He wants.
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SharonALavy More than 1 year ago
I've been to Mexico. We visit the real Mexico and live with friends. We travel to the places where the Mexicans go. So when I heard about Rogers book, I begged for an advance copy of the book. I am 66 years old I loved this story. Roger's sassy heroine with a need to grow-up, reminds me of the books of Jenny Jones. And that is high praise. I did not expect the way the Spanish Bible was used. The way God used it in the story was much more beneficial to the native people and to Kim herself. I am eager to read the next book in this series.
Kym_McNabney More than 1 year ago
FOUND IN TRANSLATIONS is a story of one girl's journey from being a selfish, self-centered young woman to finding meaning and purpose through a mission trip. She's forced to look beyond her own needs. Before her trip even begins, nothing goes as planned. Kim learns quickly that being inflexible isn't going to cut it. She must adapt, and quickly, to the changes she has no control over. She learns a swift lesson in, our plans are not always what God has planned, and for good reason. The importance of listening to God's whispers and following them out, even when we can't see past our own plans. Mission trips can do that to a person.
LeAnneH More than 1 year ago
Kim Hartlinger's lively teen voice will draw you in from page 1. She is a spoiled eighteen-year-old who has missed her connecting flight and fears the bus will leave without her for the mission trip to Mexico. What she doesn't know is that the mission has changed, and the hairdryer, make-up and other paraphernalia she has brought in her four super-size suitcases will be useless. Despite her humorously-presented faults, Kim has a sincere relationship with the Lord, and when she finally makes it to Mexico, God has a work to do in her and through her. She is not a super Christian. She struggles with swearing and depending on herself rather than the Lord, but her life is changed by her relationship with a physically-disabled Mexican girl. The Bruners write with humor, deep feeling and, evidently, personal experience. Teens who have been on missions trips will identify with the challenges Kim faces like language barriers, uncomfortable living conditions, getting along with others on the team, and, oh yes, the need for flexibility!
Deborah_Anderson More than 1 year ago
When Kim Hartlinger, age 18, misses a flight for her mission trip in Ciudad de Plata, Mexico, she fumes. She's never flown before but it shouldn't be that difficult to catch another flight. Or so she thinks-until she meets Millie Q.-the airport employee with bad teeth. No thanks to Millie Q., Kim finally finds another flight, but she's now held up her mission team-who's waiting for her in San Diego-by several hours. Oh well, at least she's come prepared. She has her cell phone; a professional-quality hair dryer; enough matching shoes (Gucci leather flats) and purses for a new look every day; a treasure chest of her best cosmetics and toiletries; enough clothes (American Eagle jeans and Hollister tops) to wear separate day and night outfits for the next fourteen days; a steam iron and travel-sized ironing board; and a small, high-powered portable karaoke system. What she finds out when she arrives, though, is that their project destination has changed; only she didn't get the message. The place she's really going to is a tiny village called Santa Maria. Due to a twister that ravaged the small area, there's only one building left-a church. In addition to having no sleeping accommodations, Santa Maria has no electricity, plumbing, or running water. And the mission team will be doing construction. At least things couldn't get any worse. But they do. On her first day of work toward rebuilding the new village, Kim breaks her arm. Then there's this guy named Geoff who keeps following her around. And none of the villagers speak any English. And nobody on the mission team speaks any Spanish. In addition, there are no translators. Kim worries. Will she be able to reach the villagers with the gospel of Jesus Christ in just fourteen days? Found in Translation is laced with humor, hope, and teenage angst. Even more important, the story has heart. The ending comes to a satisfying conclusion. The author gives this genre a new and unique voice, which is refreshing to see in this market. I highly recommend this book.
sandigrn More than 1 year ago
I have just finished reading Found in Translation: An unforgettable mission trip where faith, obedience, and forgiveness intersect (Altered Hearts). This story is full of raw emotion and heart reaching actions. I would recommend this book to adult, youth, youth groups, or to any person unsure in their faith and searching for answers. Book Two in the series can't be released soon enough. This author is now on my must read list!
Katnip More than 1 year ago
I just finished reading this book and thoroughly enjoyed it! It gives the reader a lot to think about as it takes you through a wide range of emotions. It was inspirational to see the transition of Kim Hartlinger from a spoiled and selfish girl to a much more spiritually and emotionally mature young lady in just the space of two weeks! I've never been on an organized mission trip, but hope to go on one someday and pray that it has as much effect on me as it does on Kim. The themes of faith, obedience and forgiveness, as well as the importance of flexibility are presented in many different ways throughout the often funny story. You'll find yourself laughing out loud, but keep tissues handy for the ending!
TWBurns More than 1 year ago
Found in Translation is a book with a fresh, authentic young adult voice and embodies a message that speaks to young people everywhere. It pulls the reader into the story and beautifully compels them to keep reading. It is a book that is easy to recommend. I read it through in one sitting. Terry Burns Author of "Beyond the Smoke," 2009 Will Rogers Medallion Winner for Young Adult Fiction
Chickfilady More than 1 year ago
Kim is ready to evangelize all of Mexico with her best friend as they take a summer mission trip to Mexico. However, when her best friend can no longer go, she misses a flight, she gets ill in an airport, arrives late to her orientation meeting, and realizes she overpacked...she thinks she may have gotten in over her head. Determined to make the best of it, Kim puts on a smile and prepares to do her Christian duty. At least she has her Spanish/English Bible to help her. When she realizes she can't use her blow dryer, she might break a nail, and that the evangelism trip has turned into a construction tip, Kim wanders if she will ever be the same. With the help of her new friend Aleesha, Kim digs a little deeper and realizes she may be here to make a difference after all...just not the way she originally planned. After my own recent missions trip, this book was especially touching. Kim and I had quite a few things in common. I think the author hits the heart of the matter and describes how one has to be humbled in order to truly serve.
aLibrarian More than 1 year ago
I'm surprised at how many positive reviews there are to this book, I could barely finish it. Kim was hard to relate to, obviously written by a man with no real idea of how an 18-year-old girl thinks. She was incredibly shallow yet with totally random spurts of intelligence (like spur-of-the-moment algebraic figuring). She somehow grew a backbone and several dozen IQ points by the end of the book, which might be impossible. I understand the spiritual aspect of having grown during the book, but this was so cliche it was irritating. The reader is unfortunately privy to nearly every thought that filters through Kim's head, from the "deep" to the mundane. I was thoroughly irritated with her by page 30. My biggest pet peeve was the fact that the intro to the book essentially gave away the entire story. There was no reason for me to continue after I read it and I'm sorry I did.