This summer, Here’s Life Inner City was blessed to have Kirstin Allinson with us in our New York City office. Kirstin, a college student from Ohio, was one of the primary voices behind Here’s Life’s iHope Blog (she also provided excellent content via Twitter and Facebook). Today, she’d like to share her internship experience with you!
For a girl used to spending the majority of her time in the tiny Appalachian college town of Athens, Ohio, this summer was a transformational and shocking adventure. As an intern with Here’s Life Inner City, my journey began just over six weeks ago when my parents dropped me off in New York City. Transitioning from a world of corn fields and brick university buildings to skyscrapers and endless concrete has been so exciting, but in the thrill of it all, God has used the little things to teach me the most.
The culture of the city can be summed up in one word: busy. Everyone is always moving at seemingly the speed of light, and it’s so easy to miss God’s whisper to “be still” above the noise of traffic and technology. In the past forty-something days, I have learned how to experience God in the midst of the city and it usually looks something like this: a short, blond girl standing in the middle of a sidewalk staring up at big, tall buildings wondering how in the world someone could be so creative while New Yorkers run into her muttering about stupid tourists who should learn to move faster.
But awe of humanity’s God-given talent to shove thousands of enormous buildings into limited space and make it look good is not the extent of where I found His hope in the city. I also found it on the faces of the hurting and broken. At Here’s Life Inner City, most of my time was spent writing about how the ministry partners with churches to reach out to the poor and homeless in our nation’s inner-cities.
However, I was graciously given the opportunity to volunteer at a women’s center here in the city. Every week I was able to come alongside brilliant and beautiful women as they learned how to venture into the business world after unimaginable lives. These women have slept in subway cars. They have escaped abusive relationships. Some have seen the inside of prison cells, while other are recovering drug addicts. Many have not been employed in years. To the world, I have nothing in common with them. But the world is wrong. Because we have all felt the power of God’s love and grace.
I’ve spent my entire life learning in an environment where I stand on a level playing field with my peers. In the world’s eyes I am more than equipped to be successful, especially compared to these women. But in 2 Timothy 3:17, Christians are told that we have been equipped with everything we need to complete the good works that God has planned for us. This summer has taught me to experience this verse on a much deeper level that my pride often keeps me from. As I have watched my new friends learn for the first time the proper way to shake a future employers hand, write a resume or answer job interview questions, the truth of the old song keeps hitting me between the eyes.
“The ground is level at the foot of the cross.”
Pride is too easy, too comfortable. Humility, though, can hurt. Grace is undeserved and forgiveness is unfathomable for every single one of us, and — homeless or educated, hungry or privileged — we are all equipped to be used perfectly by our Savior. The truth is undeniable: it’s not about where we’ve been or what we’ve accomplished. It’s about who we are in Christ and how we allow him to work through us.
So, as I learn to die to myself and my pride a little more every day, my eyes are slowly opening. To God, every single one of us is a sinner saved by grace and we are given everything needed to complete His plan for our lives. No one is greater. No one is more prepared. The ground is level.
I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity I had this summer to serve alongside Here’s Life and to reach out to those in need around me. It has transformed my mind and heart. Now here’s my challenge to you: the next time you’re power-walking down your street, be it city or suburban, stop. Look up. Find God in the beauty of unfathomable architecture, cornfields or whatever your surroundings may be. Then bring your gaze back to eye-level and find God in the beautiful faces of the people He loves.
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