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MEGHAN McCLUSKY: Final Update!

August 22nd, 2017 Posted by Immersion Internship - 2017 0 comments on “MEGHAN McCLUSKY: Final Update!”


Well…here we are. It’s the last time that we’ll be asked to write a blog post, and I’ve found myself speechless. Perfect.

There are no words (at least none that my modest mind can think of) that, when attributed to our experiences, will adequately portray the emotion intertwined in those moments. So I guess if anything, what I really want to fill you in on is how I’ve found God’s love to be of the purest form, and how the power in building faith by dwelling in the light of truth has been made manifest to me throughout this internship.

I will be the first to admit that I might’ve been greedy when it came to taking my fair share of hesitancies out here. In my fear-filled inability to fully accept His healing authority, or His assured omnipresence, I was belittling our great and glorious God, and I didn’t even realize it. Thankfully, He wasn’t about to let the stubborn side of me reign most powerful. He gifted me a friend teeming with wisdom, and she has not been shy in sharing it with me (you’ll find that Abby’s not shy in sharing all of that which has been given to her, it’s one of her many beautiful attributes). The first time that we got the opportunity to spend time together, she posed me this question –“But what if?” What if there is more to this world than our feeble minds are able to understand, or have witnessed thus far? What if we really do have the liberty to walk in perfect love? What if the breaking of the shameful bondage of sin isn’t merely an unattainable, elusive idea, but a reality made feasible by our Holy and gracious Father?

And in that question, faith adopted many beautiful facets.

Trusting in the futility of sinful tendencies takes faith. For in us choosing to walk in truth, we are proclaiming our position as beloved children, made in the image of what is wholly good. If we allow ourselves the freedom of fleeing from the label of being created merely as “sinners,” and choose instead to adopt our true image of being created in compassion, dignity, and righteousness, we are then opening up the floodgates to condemnation from those whom have yet to come to such a revelation. And that’s scary. But it is walking out in that faith that allows us the glorious opportunity to humble ourselves so that we might pick up our cross, and bear the joyful burden of living not only for our own glory. And that’s beautiful. Because when we do that, we are stripped of all silly, self-righteous mumbo jumbo that pesters us daily with lies about our having to fight to prove our worth. And we are presented instead with the truth, which grants us eternal the eternal worth that is elucidated in living for the glory of God.

Ultimately what I am attempting to get at here is that faith for me isn’t always easy. But in walking out in it, and trusting that the God that created each and every one of us for His wholesome and loving purpose, we can confidently pursue a life of joyous, humble submission to our calling as God’s holy and beloved children! How lucky are we??!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Meghan McClusky • 2017 International Immersion Intern

MEGHAN MCCLUSKY: Second Update!

July 24th, 2017 Posted by Immersion Internship - 2017 0 comments on “MEGHAN MCCLUSKY: Second Update!”

 
Prepare yourselves, folks. We’re living by the grace of a God that pours intentionality into the most minuscule of situations, and here I am, attempting to make sense of all He’s taught me within the restriction of a single page. Honestly, just making sense of it all in the first place is a challenge in itself. But in attempting to do so, I’ve learned a lesson of immeasurable value- that in times where understanding is lacking, it is vital that we ground ourselves in truths which cannot be uprooted. Much of what I have experienced in the past few weeks has left me feeling like I am searching in the dark without a guiding hand to hold. It is in these moments that I have been challenged to trust that the gently loving God whose presence I have come to grow so delightedly fond of still has His hand held out, waiting to monitor my ever stumbling steps. When I felt most estranged from the Father who has diligently led me for so long, I went back to a verse that’s been a continual weight for the strength of my faith.

Colossians 3:11-12 reads, “Here there is no Gentile or Jew, circumcised or uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave or free, but Christ is all, and is in all. Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.”

I will never, ever, ever get over how cool this verse is. Physical distinctions play no part in the Kingdom of God, for labels have no power in such a place. And in the very way that he calls us to live, Christ Himself has already done so in an incomparable fashion. Adorned with a sense of compassion which found no problem unworthy of attention, a kindness that delighted in any act of service, in a humility that chose to build up a brother first, a gentleness that clothed those around Him in peace, and in a patience that became not weary in any situation, Jesus Christ manifested the characteristics of the God that dwells with His children day by day. And here’s the kicker- HE IS THIS WAY FOR EVERYONE. He does not set aside the title of dearly loved for John, His favorite disciple, or for Abraham, whom He called friend. Now how cool is that??! So, carrying this truth with me as a constant reminder, I learned to not let my mind run like a frightened little girl from every situation which left butterflies fluttering freely in my stomach. Where a crippled, elderly woman laid, surrounded by flies in a pile of withered blankets, His compassion came in the form of tears tenderly strolling down the side of my friend’s face as her heart cried out for the injustice that we faced. As a fellow intern put a brother before himself and gave a friend of ours his only blanket, I saw the humility of God direct his ways. In our broken attempts at building blocks out of soil for a house in the community, His patience exuded from the owner’s demeanor as she laughed with our every mistake, knowing quite well that she could very likely be matching our accomplishments in half the time. And in the moment when the privilege of locking hands with those that deserve more respect than I could possibly give was granted to me as we witnessed God relieve a woman of her spiritual oppression, the hand of the gently loving Father was reached out, peacefully guiding me through an experience which my frightened mind would have been quick to scurry away from. He is all that He asks us to be, and is faithful in being so for everyone. And when trust is founded on truth, no amount of darkness can oust the light that He’s promised for His holy and dearly loved children.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Meghan McClusky • 2017 International Immersion Intern

JOYFUL

July 5th, 2017 Posted by Immersion Internship - 2017 0 comments on “JOYFUL”

Hi there!! My name’s Meghan, but I love when people call me Megh, and it’s a name not frequently heard in this side of the world so I’ve learned to respond to basically anything that starts with an M and end in an N. I’ll be finishing off my time at K-State next year, and will hopefully be headed to seminary the following year to pursue a Masters in Divinity, and to attain a prison chaplain diploma.

Living in such tight community has brought enlightenment to truths that I knew prior, but didn’t really understand. One being that each hour of the day is a gift, and gifts are truly enjoyed most lavishly when shared with others! While many here have exemplified a genuine understanding of that, there is one person in particular that comes to my mind when I attempt to put that truth into life. I am not exaggerating when I say that the woman that hosted Mercy and I on our second night here served us more closely to how I imagine Jesus serving His disciples than I have ever witnessed before. She started working three days prior to the day that we arrived on the meal that she fed us that night, and she laboriously decorated the room that we stayed in with more grandiosity than that which she had adorned her own room. She cleansed our hands with warm water prior to joyfully feeding two people that she had never met in her life, and will likely never meet again. My goodness, the more I talk about her, the more I just want to give her a great big hug. And like, I really don’t like hugs. I’ve witnessed this anticipatory willingness to serve others time and time again while being over here. It’s so stinking cool. One last thing on communal living- meals are THE BEST. We are never not in amiable fellowship when we gather around the table, and every breakfast, lunch and dinner is a celebration. It’s seriously the coolest thing.

For our ministry assignments, I have been given the pleasure of working with the individuals in the transitional housing, and I am so happy that I did. The people there are working to get their feet back under themselves as they are coming out of life altering circumstances. God is doing great things here, for it is in Him that they rest their strength, and it is Him that they look to for joy. And let me tell you- THEY ARE SO JOYFUL. With a belching laugh, the gentleman on one side of the house explained to us how God delivered him from debilitating illnesses with strength. With an injured leg, the elderly woman on the other side explained to us how she is working to build her new house from ground up, thanking the Lord for the transitional house that has been granted to her for the time being. Their passion for bringing heaven to earth in every moment inspires me so.
The children here never fail to astound me. They’re pure, and gentle, and joyous, and their presence is rejuvenating as it inspires me to rekindle my childlike faith. But in a sea of shining faces, I for some reason have a hard time diverting my eyes from the children whose tummies are caved outwardly as the child’s diet doesn’t allow for nutrition enough to even build proteins necessary for maintaining a normal figure, from their ragged clothes, and from the youngins hardly old enough to go to school, bearing their brothers or sisters on their backs. One little girl in particular stood out to me a couple of weeks ago. I could see in her eyes a longing to gather with everyone else as they danced and sang. Through broken communication, I attempted to let her know that I would be more than happy to stay back with her precious little brother. With great reluctance, she carefully laid him next to me on the dusty ground. His sullen eyes moved slowly up to meet mine as I pulled the ragged piece of material resting on his foot from the top of it. It was then that I witnessed the worst injustice that my eyes have yet to see here. It appeared as though there was a painfully infected burn consuming a large portion of skin, resulting in its withering away. It turns out that what I thought to be a burn was actually an internal infection that had caused an external wound, one that grew daily and was cleansed only by the dirty water fetched from the nearest well. This was a level of depravity that hadn’t rung true to me until that moment. Not long after, when I had handed him off to a friend of mine that noticed the tears swelling in my eyes, I attempted to exchange laughs with the children around me. It was hard for me to peel my eyes from the bones in their bodies which protruded as they were merely covered in a layer of skin. As I talked through the experience with a fellow intern, he shook his head in grave understanding. He’s witnessed before the truth that I was only beginning to uncover, and he answered my mourning with the profound wisdom. He asked that I try not to let the darkness of the day engulf all of my outlook, and like the children suffering from inadequate nourishment, that I continue to search for the silver lining as I fight for a world that isn’t filled with such corruption. Carrying his advice with me throughout the following weeks, I came to notice beautiful qualities of the people surrounding me that I hadn’t before. And let me tell you, I’m surrounded by some pretty encouraging individuals. Who, through broken stories and marred pasts, have found redemption and the courage to embody the intricately designed person that God made them to be. And in their ability to do so, they have manifested to me the fruition in living every moment with the intention of caring for others just as they themselves have been cared for by our Father above.

It feels only right to me to be ending this somewhat heavy post in the light of peace that the Gospel brings. After talking through these experiences with my boyfriend back home (if you guys can’t tell, I get so much insight from the people around me- another reason why community, whether near or far, is so so good!!!), I came to understand more clearly the injustices that I’ve witnessed here. He reiterated a verse that I’ve read time and time again, but he made me realize the depth of its convictions. John 9:3 reads, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned’ said Jesus, ‘but this happened so that the words of God may be seen in him.” I have experienced more tangibly the redemptive suffering that our Lord laid out before us here than I have ever before. It’s humbling, and it’s reassuring. And while I am hopeful for a day when the empowering words of God need not be seen through the suffering of our brothers and sisters, I am ever grateful for the opportunity to witness first hand God’s ability in shedding light on even the darkest of situations.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Meghan McClusky • 2017 International Immersion Intern