How Community Impact Day Messed With My Head
Lahnae Cleaver – 03/12/2015
Last Saturday I went to Community Impact Day and frankly, I had a bit of a wake up call. It’s not the first time I’ve been to a Community Impact Day and helped to clean up a home that shocked me. But this time it really got me in the feels.
Maybe it was because it’s Christmas time, maybe because it was so close to home, maybe it was the 6 year old boy who was so proud to be my helper, and then started to randomly just grab me around the legs for a hug. Yeah I think it had a lot to do with him.
Community Impact Days are powerful. Powerful for the people who need the helping hand and haven’t been able to find it somewhere else, the single mother who just needs a hand to get on top of things, the Grandparents raising grandchildren whose garden is overgrowing the house, or the woman with MS who can’t clean her windows. A visit from one of our teams will totally change how their life works everyday.
But Community Impact Days can also be powerful for us, City Impact Church people who turn out to do the work.
Serving at Community Impact Day reminds us that there are people in our very own communities who are living in conditions that we would consider unbearable. Every day waking up with struggles that we will probably never experience. I know many City Impact Church people have experienced these kinds of struggles, but let’s be honest, most of us have not. I have not and I hope that I never do. After last Saturday I was brought down to earth a bit, I was sad about what I had seen. I was concerned about what would happen to that little boy and his younger sister as they grew older. I wondered what it would take to ensure they had a better future than the life they currently have. And I was struck by the realisation that the only thing that could really help these children was God himself.
I don’t have all the answers, but I will keep on coming to Community Impact Days. And I will be praying for the family that I met. And I will be grateful for what I do have. The next time I feel like complaining about my first world problems I will remember that little 6 year old boy and remember how blessed I am.
Let’s be grateful for all that God has blessed us with, not just at Christmas but every day of the year.
– Lahnae Cleaver, Marketing Manager at City Impact Church