Called to Mission

By Kelly Brocklehurst Last Sunday I woke up early to hike the La Luz trail with some friends. The hike, which is nine miles, took us 5 and a half hours, and by the end of it, I was exhausted. On the way home, a good friend and I talked about serving the community—in particular, how I can start serving my community after I finish school. We tossed around some ideas, and it was still on my mind when I went to bed that night. The next morning, I woke up still exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was go to church, much less a senior center for community outreach. I had every intention of going back to sleep, and I tried, but the only thing I could think was, God calls us to the hard things, no matter how tired we are, no matter how much we don’t want to do them.With that thought in my head, I got up and went to church, but I was still thinking about skipping the senior center. In addition to feeling God’s nudging to go, I also didn’t want to cancel on a commitment I made, and in the end, I loved being there. I had planned on doing arts and crafts with some of the residents, but when that fell through, I found myself singing worship songs with other members of our “Beer and Bible” community group. The last time I had sung in front of a group of people had been about six years earlier, when I was a member of the worship team for Intervarsity Christian Fellowship, a student organization at UNM. While I had enjoyed it, I also never thought I’d get up in front of a group of people and sing again. I hate public speaking, and I struggle with anxiety, but at the senior center, I didn’t hesitate to sing. Even though God worked on some of my public speaking/singing anxieties, how He really worked in me was through the residents. One of the residents sang along with us as we warmed up, another resident requested that we sing Amazing Grace, and all the residents really enjoyed having us there. It was in those moments—seeing them smiling, hearing them sing with us, and especially the request for Amazing Grace—that showed me I was exactly where I needed to be that day. Being at the senior center reinforced my desire to be a on mission in my community, and it reminded me of why I love New City’s missional focus. Serving in a senior center might not be where God leads me after I finish school, but it is where He is leading me to be right now.