For the past two years, God has blessed me with the opportunity to serve the homeless in Pittsburgh. Through this ministry, I learned to love the poor and hate the evils that surround them, from the injustice they face on a daily basis to the addictions that hold them captive. I registered with the Domestic Poverty Track hoping to learn more about serving and reaching out to those in poverty here in the US.
At one point, I had second thoughts about going to Urbana, which led me to think, my money could be better spent on actual missions work, whatever that means. But the church had already agreed to help pay for the registration cost, so now I felt obligated. I also knew that God is a much bigger God than I could ever imagine, so I prayed that despite my attitude, He would convict me in a new way and that I would be sensitive to the Holy Spirit.
The theme for this year’s Urbana came from John 1:14, “The Word became flesh and dwelt among us.” The first half of the week was really frustrating because I didn’t yet know what to share with you guys. Every morning, we would study from the book of John in groups of 4. On Wednesday, we studied the passage on Nicodemus’ encounter with Jesus (John 3:1-21). Even though John 3:16 is one of the most well-known Bible verse and also a foundation to our faith, it was the two verses before that gave me a deeper understanding of the gospel. “Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up.” As people looked towards the snake and were healed, we are also healed as we look towards the cross. I ended up skipping Wednesday’s morning session to pray and meditate on the cross.
The following morning, God brought up a dark part of my past of which I seeked forgiveness for multiple times, but never healing.During that morning’s bible study, God pushed me to share what I had never shared with anyone before with my family group. I tried ignoring Him, but He pushed harder. “Why do you insist on holding onto it?” Until that moment, God had been silent. I finallysurrendered and shared what had been preventing me from giving up my entire life to God. I was amazed at how easy it was for me to share with my family group and how immediate I felt the burden being lifted. I knew that the Holy Spirit was already beginning to heal me. Through this experience, God showed me that it is through Christ I will always have family to fall back on. It is because of His sacrifice that I already had a bond with two girls in my family group I barely knew. To me, this was a beautiful thing!
To have a community THROUGH the blood that Christ shed for us! THROUGH the God who came down from heaven to earth, from privilege to poverty, from familiar to stranger; in order to be in communion with us. He dwelt among us! God had to incarnate himself in human flesh in order to destroy what was never meant to be part of us, that is, sin.
By the end of the week, I was convinced that this was how God wanted me to demonstrate the gospel; to be in communion with the poor by suffering with them and dwelling amongst them. To obey this call, I’d be going back to the places where my parents worked hard to leave, making this decision completely counter-cultural, but wasn’t Jesus completely counter-cultural? As of now, I am just really excited for what God has for me in the future.