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