Un-Remarkable

Church has literally exploded since I left-- in a very good way.  When I started here, there were maybe 30 people at staff meeting and maybe 50 when I left. This week there were at least 100 at the Century City campus not to mention the people who live streamed in from Pretoria. I went to staff meeting in a pair of white pants and a lose fitting tee seeing as it was only 80 degrees and church has air con.  Bad move.

Due to the insane amounts of hugs and tears in seeing everyone again I was literally drenched in sweat by the time the meeting was over.  Re-connecting with loved ones is just the best thing ever.  

When I landed in Africa at age 18 I didn't know anyone.  I wasn't slotting into a glorified international field trip with my days planned out for me.  I had to figure out life on my own for the first time, and it was as far away as I could be from my family.  My parents didn't get to help me move into my first apartment.  Or my second.  Or even my third.  They had to hope and pray that their stubborn, passionate, crazy, spitfire of a child was able to figure it out on her own. 

Church was only two years old and I was the first full time volunteer with the Foundation.  Marcy introduced me at HAF staff as "part of the furniture" which made me tear up, as if that is difficult to do these days. Many of the new volunteers and interns that weren't at church during my time here introduced themselves to me saying "So you're the Temba Queen"?  Yes, yes I am.

Last weekend, our campus alone saw over 430 first time decisions for Christ, not to mention the other four (soon to be five) campuses. The Foundation is significantly impacting many townships and people groups.  It's insane how things are growing and how many people's lives are being changed.

I look back on it all and I am completely humbled to know that what I did here actually mattered. It mattered.  I didn't realize it at the time, all I was trying to do was hang out with my kids and do whatever I could to help them. I wasn't trying to build a name for myself, or make myself "part of the furniture."  I genuinely just wanted to hug some disabled kids and change their lives.

I think that's the key though.  When we try to build something remarkable, we get cocky and arrogant.  We become narcissistic.  We make it about us and not Jesus.  When we make it about Jesus, embrace our limitations, focus on loving others and work really hard...THAT is when we end up producing things that really are remarkable.  

Kelsey LindellComment