This was the title and theme of a charge Dad gave to the students of Rift Valley Academy on the last day of school before December break.
He spoke during the final chapel service of the term, a much anticipated, culminating event at the end of each trimester here at RVA.
We have a flag raising ceremony every Friday, as required by all Kenyan schools. All 500 students K-12 gather in the courtyard between the cafeteria and Kiambogo, the oldest building on campus. There we rise, as the national anthem is sung in both Swahili and English, often accompanied by a student-led choir or the wind or jazz ensemble. Kenya’s National Anthem is striking – a prayer offered by a chorus of voices:
“Oh God of all creation, bless this our land and nation. Justice be our shield and defender. May we dwell in unity, peace, and liberty, plenty be found within our borders.”
Each week we stand and sing. Over our three years here, it has yet to get old, as we corporately lay our request before Almighty God.
Friday chapels are always unique, but the LAST flag-raising of each term has its own special flavor. It is a celebration of coming to the end, it is a time for hugs and good-byes and see-you-soons. The student body counts down from ten and one lucky Titchie (student from K to 6th grade) rings a hand-held school bell, signaling the end of term. It’s funny; as I sit and picture that moment in my mind, I’m not even sure what we all scream at the end of the countdown.
“Vac!” “School’s over!” “Hooray!”
I’m sure it’s a combination of all those – everybody cheering and smiling and high-fiving.
This time around, as the first term of our school year came to a close, so did the time of service for my parents. They had answered the call to “get in the boat” and follow Christ’s call to Kenya sometime last spring.
A need was presented in the Social Studies department, I thought of my dad and mentioned it to him, my parents prayed, and God answered! The rest is history; Don and Paulette Schmidt served at Rift Valley Academy, living in Kenya for about 4 months. They’ll be in the school yearbook, they will be fondly remembered by the students they taught and cared for, and my family will forever be grateful for this unexpected blessing of cherished time with them.
Because he felt like God was nudging him yet again, Dad volunteered to speak at this final chapel service. This is noteworthy because, usually by this point in the term, everybody is exhausted and few staff volunteer to speak at the last chapel – or if they do, their devotion is kept short to make time for the countdown and release of the students.
Well, my father, being the newbie, wasn’t aware of this minor point. And even as he dreaded the thought of speaking in front of the entire staff and student body (and quite a few parents as well), he knew the Lord had one final thing to say through him before he left. So he signed up. He got in the boat. And he challenged the rest of us to do the same. Just like he and Mom had decided God was leading them to get in a slightly larger ‘boat’, as he put it – “they call it a 747” - to head over the Atlantic last August; he heard God’s prompting and he obeyed.
When we do that on a regular basis, when we follow God’s leading, when we answer the call, bend our will to His, lay our lives on the altar, or ‘get in the boat’ for Jesus, God does something pretty awesome: He blesses His children. I can report with confidence that there were many brothers and sisters in Christ who were built up and edified as a result of this act of obedience!
A song we sang a lot as a school during Spiritual Emphasis Week in October included this line,
“I’m no longer a slave to fear, I am a child of God”
Fear is what keeps us from getting in the boat – fear of failure, fears about reputation, fears concerning provisions or comfort or health or safety. Fears of the unknown, fear of the risks and potential pain and the ‘what ifs’ and on and on and on.
But He doesn’t call us to think about that, He simply bids us to get in the boat and trust Him to take us where He wills. He knows best, after all.
My parents are in the middle of a life lived in obedience to God – it’s pretty inspiring to watch them. It was a gift to witness it up close as they stepped WAY out of their comfort zone to live with us for a few months. What they really did was open up the doors of blessing for many of God’s children.
What is God asking you to do this year? As this one ends and the next one begins, are you asking yourself that question? I want to, but it scares me. There’s that fear again. I need to be reminded that God leads where God is. He’s already in the boat and is simply asking me to join Him. Good reminders from my parents as they stepped out in faith this fall.
Having them here was awesome.
Thanks Mom and Dad! Love from Kenya :)