Here we are. I made it-the end of another semester of college. It seems that my college career has taken longer than expected, which is true for a variety of reasons, but nonetheless I am one step closer to being finished with my undergrad degree in Counseling.
The start of this semester looked rather different for me: a new college, a new schedule, new classes and new people to meet. A new start was something I was half excited for and other half I was deeply dreading. Part of a new start that I figured would be nice was that no one will know who the Matchett’s are and no one will have ever heard of the church that I am from or anything else about me. I can just be another face in the crowd and if I decide I want to not be a hermit crab, then I’ll make that decision eventually. What I came to quickly realize was here at Clarks Summit University it seems almost everybody knows more about my family and my home church more than I do.
My Uncle Tim was a missionary in Togo, Africa and was a CSU graduate and unfortunately, he was killed while on the mission field. God has used his death to His glory and the work that my uncle has started is still being carried on. About three years ago I was able to go to Africa on my first ever missions’ trip. There I met a pastor that heard of the man that started my home church as well as my Uncle. It was a neat experience to hear about the work that has been planted and still growing.
When I arrived at CSU, some of the first few people that I met asked the million-dollar question, “Are you related to Tim Matchett?” Other questions followed: “OH, you grew up at Shawnee Baptist Church, do you know this person?”, “Does this couple still go there?” From there many connections were made. I thought ‘well, I guess I can’t hide from anyone anywhere here.’ The first few weeks of school I spent the weekends church hopping and I found myself walking into the doors of a church right down the street. I was welcomed right away and the questions started all over again. It was like no matter where I went everyone seemed to know my family and who I was more than I did.
This new circumstance brought on a different feeling for me. Suddenly, I wanted to try and live up and carry on a torch that was left behind. A man that I had only met a few times had suddenly become extremely close and I felt that it was up to me to carry on the last name that I inherited. My home church name was also something that I felt I had to represent in the best way possible.
The issue that I was having was I found myself wondering and worrying about what people thought about me. Do other students and community members know who I am and who I am related to? Do they know where I am from? If they knew who I was, where I came from and my story would they see me differently? Am I a good representation of where I have found my roots that make me who I am today? These and about a thousand other thoughts swarmed my mind constantly.
These thoughts and anxieties that I was experiencing weren’t necessarily the worst of things. Sure, one should try and represent his or her family well. One should try and represent his or her home church and where he or she is from well. My problem was I became more concerned with what others thought about me more than me representing the God that I love so much in the best way possible.
Then it hit me- it really doesn’t matter what others think. No matter where I go and what I do, there will always be someone that doesn’t like what I do or what I have to say. There will always be someone that doesn’t approve of me. I know, shocker, right? I tend to think that everyone likes me everywhere I go. What a pride buster that was to realize the contrary.
The beauty in this is I am famous enough. What in the world does that mean, you ask? Well, I’m glad that you asked. I am a child of God. That means I have a value that is far beyond what this world can measure. As Psalm 139:14 says, “…I have been remarkably and wondrously made.” I have been brought into this world by a divine creator that made me exactly the way that I should be. I have flaws and how funny it is that we do so many things to always try and improve ourselves. We diet, take medicine, vitamins, and nowadays people are always trying to figure out the way to live longer and escape death. The way that I am was designed by a perfect and holy God and His blueprints for me are far beyond what I could have ever designed myself.
Yet, still from time to time worry I what others think. I wonder if we, myself very much included, have the same fear for God? When I say do we fear God, I do not meant that we are scared of God and want to hide from Him. No. Rather that we have a reverence for Him that causes us to live and behave in a certain way. Hebrews 12:28 says, “Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us thankful. By it, we may serve God acceptably, with reverence and awe.” Think about someone that you have a high regard for. How do you act around them? Does your behavior and speech change around that person? Why?
Now for the believer, think about who we represent. I must look in the mirror and realize that I represent far more than just a last name and a home church that many in the area may know or have heard about. I am a small representation of what a Christian, a Christ-follower, is like. I’m sure we have all heard the saying, “your life may be the only Bible that someone ever reads.” So, how are we doing in that department? I know I have failed a many time. That doesn’t give me an excuse just to throw my hands up and say “well that’s that. oh well.” What it should do to the believer is encourage him to be different.
You, yes you, the person that is reading this, you have value. You are worth it. If you are a believer, sure, you may have flaws and things about yourself that you may not like, but this world needs you. Today needs you, tomorrow needs you. You are an important piece of the big puzzle. I don’t ever expect to become “big time” or famous. I am famous enough because I know how God sees me. So, let’s be different and carry ourselves in a way where perhaps we can point others to Christ.