After being a Christian for years, I never thought of doing the ministry at all. I had God’s callings before through conversations, encouragement, and inspirations from other people, and many more. However, I always felt that I was not good enough and not in the position to do any of that. I thought that there were many people that could do it other than me. However, this year I felt that God really led me to serve at TCM.
The week before camp started, one of my best friends was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia. However, her condition began worsening very quickly over the weekend. With my church and many other brothers and sisters in Christ, we prayed day and night for her healing. Yet, the Lord decided to take her home on Monday, July 1. There are a countless number of words I could use to describe how I felt that day- shocked, confused, overwhelmed, numb, but most of all, I had a heavy burden of grief. How could I possibly serve at camp with that on my shoulders?
As a first-time Summer Intern for TCM, I was eager to see how God was working in the city I live in and excited to be included in that. When camp had actually begun, an entire set of new struggles and obstacles were planted before myself and the team from the first day, cancelling the entire first week of camp, delaying our plans and inconveniencing the families who relied on sending their children to our camp as they went to work every day.
Over the past year I’ve been challenged to think beyond myself and possibly look at any and every opportunity to bring Jesus to people. It hasn’t been easy, and it shouldn’t be. Christ himself is the perfect example of this and therefore, results in the proclamation of His glory when people come to know and love Him.