day 2

CULTURE OF CARE

One of the boldest things I’ve done is accept an invite to C3 NYC in the midst of feeling like I was spiritually drowning and apathetic. It was bold, not only because of where I felt I was, but because the thought of being somewhere by myself instills so much anxiety. I don’t consider myself someone who makes friends easily; I’m the girl you will find in the corner, looking down on her phone, avoiding eye contact at all costs. When I accepted the invite to C3 NYC, I felt broken: with insecurities I wasn’t allowing God to work out in me and a fear of letting people in. However, what I ended up finding was a home I thought I’d never find again and a community of like-minded people who genuinely cared for others. Which I’ve found to be rare to find, especially in NYC where you can easily get lost in a crowd and feel unseen. 

The world tells us it’s okay to be “all about me” and have the mindset of self-preservation, but kingdom culture is quite the opposite, and C3 NYC embodies this culture of care. I remember going out after a service with a group of friends who were also my dinner party leaders. Months prior, I had opened up about my hesitancy to serve so soon due to past burn out. At this outing, they began to encourage me in my potential to lead dinner party with them and with a peace in my heart and no hesitation, I said yes! My friend, remembering what I had previously experienced with leading and serving, immediately checked in with me and the words she spoke showed that she valued me over my potential. That was a first for me and that kind of relationship was only the first of many that began cultivating within C3 NYC. I’ve been able to begin unpacking my bags and still be seen and loved despite what I may have carried with me. I have people who care for my heart and continuously direct me to the heart of God. In that, I have found freedom to be who I am, to be who God beautifully created me to be. I have learned to love myself and see myself with God’s eyes, which often takes reminding from my friends. It’s allowed me to love others better because I don’t want anyone to miss out on being seen the way God sees them.

This isn’t just a Sunday culture, it’s an every week, in our everyday lives, wherever we go, whoever we encounter. I truly believe it’s a reflection of heaven, that every person is seen as our Father sees us. If I can experience this, we can all experience this by owning the vision and adopting kingdom culture. If we get the revelation that what we’re doing, how we look out for, encourage and empower people, has eternal impact. It leaves a legacy. It’s not just for me but for so many others—and in turn, NYC begins to look a lot more like heaven.

— Jewel Medina

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