The whole gang...my family for the summer :)
How was my summer?
Amazing. Life-changing. Eye-opening.
Heart-breaking. Frustrating. Revealing. Challenging. Uncomfortable. Perfect. Imperfect.
Lovely. I saw truth. I caught a glimpse of what life could be like if we all
decided to listen to that still small voice, to actually do what the Word says.
I got a snapshot of what God’s Kingdom is like. Living in community, sharing
food/cars/..even beds. Sharing space and sharing our lives. Listening to each
other and praying for one another, sharing the Word, impromptu worship, deep
convos. Investing time in one another
and in the people of the city.
Process Group...people who helped me figure out & understand everything
learning.
I learned that loving my neighbor IS
loving God. When someone asked Jesus what the most important commandment is, he
says Love God and Love your neighbor as yourself. That command is ONE command,
not two separate ones. Once you love your neighbor, it seems like your faith
becomes more complete because you are actually doing what God says. I’ve come
to realize that as Christians we are called to be in love with everybody. Love
should saturate everything we do. Even when it’s hard or inconvenient, we have
to love. It’s by our love that people will notice a difference in us and wonder
what motivates us to love the way we do.
The Pink House! Learn more here.
I lived on $35 a week for food and gas, I got
my cell phone once a week for three hours, I had no computer….No Myspace.
Surprisingly that wasn’t an inconvenience; it gave me a freedom that I never
felt before. I think that the more stuff you have the more you seem to worry. I
also think greater bonds were forged without all the stuff. I walked everywhere which gave me the chance
to talk to my neighbors every morning. I worked with amazing kids who broke my
heart and made me fall in love with them. Something inside me just melted when
they would be excited to see me and give me hugs. Sometimes they frustrated me
and made me want to give up. A friend told me that when it reaches that point,
that is when it is most crucial for the Kingdom.
Awesome kids I worked with at Youth for Christ
I learned even though I may be a
messed up, imperfect person God uses that to reach out to certain people. All
my experiences, my pain, my wounds, my joy, my triumph has molded me into a
person that makes me able to serve God. I saw that I have past wounds that
still need healing and as God heals them, it will bring healing to others as
well. My past has prepared me for the future and God will use it for His glory.
“And I am humbled to see that out of the twistedness of my wounds, he designs
for me a special place of service” (There is the Kingdom). God has made me
the way I am for a reason. I have to embrace that and realize that I am a
person worth being cherished. “I am fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm
139:14). I deserve to be treated well. I learned that I have a voice. I learned
that I need to take a stand for myself and for what is right. There’s no more
riding the fence and no more accepting the mediocre. No more being a door mat
and letting people walk all over me or rope me into things. I have a voice and
something worth saying.
The Keeler Girls :) my awesome roommates!
I learned that I have been color-blind my
whole life, that everything that I’ve been taught about race has been skewed.
It’s really ok to notice that people are different from each other. We’re not
all the same. We are all human beings and God got pretty creative when he made
each one of us. I think that God relishes in the differences between us. I saw
that racism is still prevalent in the city and in the systems of society. Just
a thought from my notes: “Racism is the denial that all people were created in
the image of God.” Saying that one race is better than the other is in direct
contradiction to the Word of God. “So God created man in his own image, in the
image of God he created him; male and female he created them” (Genesis 1:27). Through learning about race and racism, I am
on a journey to find out what it means to be white. What is my culture? What
does it mean to be a Norwegian American? I wonder if I’ll ever know since
nothing has ever been passed down from generation to generation.
The City :)
I learned the truth about immigration.
It’s ugly. It’s unfair. There’s no justice. People die trying to cross the
border just so they can work like a slave. They get the jobs that no one else
wants and do not even receive fair compensation. Sometimes, they might not even
get paid for all of their work. Immigrants don’t just come here to steal
American’s jobs or take their health care. They come here because there are no
jobs in Mexico America
I met my hubby that summer. I'm in the gray(oh so attractive!) and he's in the red shirt.
FUI rocked my world, flipped it
upside down, and I can never live the same. Living in community and literally
loving my neighbor just felt so right. While I was there, I just felt like this
is how life should be. Even though it wasn’t always easy or enjoyable, it was
so worth it. While I can try to explain my experience, it will only just be
skimming the surface. It can only be
fully explained in the way that I live my life from now on.
Oh
P.S. FUI stands for the Fresno Urban Internship, which was the internship I did
this summer in downtown Fresno
I hope you enjoyed this long look into my calling...but I felt it appropriate to share since this is where it all started and where I come back to whenever I need motivation :)
-Megan :)
