How TheCall Berkeley Changed My Life

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This past weekend was pretty eventful. I've done some things that I've never done before, like pass out in Subway. But before we get to the good stuff, let's talk about thecall berkeley.  

Born and raised in Southern California--specifically Los Angeles--I never knew the beauty and uniqueness of the city, Berkeley, in Northern California. That is, until I started living here. I moved to Berkeley, September 21, 2014, for a 3-month internship. As soon as I arrived, I noticed the differences between SoCal and NorCal. It's not a bad difference, per say, but a difference nonetheless.

Berkeley is a little more free-spirited than what I'm used to. I don't feel like rules matter here. Of course, Los Angeles is a liberal and easy-going city as well, but I guess we put on more of a show to be glamorous. Maybe it's due to Hollywood and the fact that everyone in L.A. claims to be an artist of some type. (I'm being a bit sarcastic, but I'm also being truthful.) The city of L.A. is more luxurious-looking compared to Berkeley because lots of people in the bay area city are comfortable with floral maxi dresses, sandals, woven backpacks, north face jackets, antique buildings, mom & pop shops, bikes, and graffiti. Don't get me wrong, we have all of this in L.A. but not as collectively and obvious. Berkeley's vibe is...outlandishly unique. you can tell academia is valued and so is comfort, freedom of expression (in all areas). I don't know how to explain it, but I know it's different.

With all that said, I was excited to be a part of this movement called, thecall berkeley on Saturday, October 4, 2014. Although I think freedom of expression is cool (to a certain degree), I don't think rebellion is cool. It's just not a good look no matter which angle you view it from. Knowingly, the city of Berkeley needed a revival. They/we needed to see the beauty in being creative AND obedient. Obedient to who? to God. YES, I know I just got deep on you, but hear me out. I am a writer, a freelance artist, a teacher, a music lover blah blah blah. But above all, I am a Christian.

What am I saying?

I'm saying that I know what it feels like to want to be free and live according to feeling, creativity, and momentum, but we have to remember that this is not our life. It's God's life! at the end of the day, we are servants of the Lord and we live for Him. Because God is the bomb, He gives us the desires of our hearts and allows us to be expressive individuals. However, if the freedom comes at the price of neglecting God and saving souls, then it's not really OF Him. I'm just saying!

So, TheCall Berkeley was/is a movement to “to turn the hearts of the rebellious to the wisdom of the righteous.” I've never attended such an event before Saturday. there were lots of people, lots of vulnerable souls, lots of spirits, lots of preaching, lots of testimonies and lots of praying. We met at Sproul Hall on the campus of UC Berkeley because it was there that the free speech movement occurred. A minister from TheCall website stated, "In this place there was a student revolution that shook the nation and spawned an era of rebellion and protest, but I declare to you that in this place there is coming a greater revolution, a Jesus revolution that will be stronger than the rebellion, and thousands from this place will come to know the Man Christ Jesus."

Like-minded believers came together to restore the city withing music, praise, and prayer for 12 hours. It was amazing! I didn't even mind that it was hot, and I was in the sun standing up for a while without eating. but I think my body didn't like that too much because it gave up on me. I felt myself getting a little woozy, so I walked to Walgreens. The entrance was on the other side of the block, so I walked to subway right next door. I sat down and put my head on the table to rest and I thought I went to sleep. in my "dreams" I heard a big thump and thought someone dropped something. Then I heard, "Ma'am, are you okay?" and once I came back to consciousness, I realized that they were talking to me. I was on the floor, weak and confused. "water," I whispered. The kind strangers got me water and a subway employee even made me a tuna sandwich. It was so scary. I've never been dehydrated before and, if I can help it, that will never happen again. I went home after the dramatic stint and took a nap.

After getting some rest, I got dressed and drove to Sacramento. One of my L.A. buddies had a 30th birthday bash with her family in her hometown. I didn't know that I would have to cross a bridge and pay a toll fee on the way up there, but after shaking from nervousness and getting a ticket because I didn't have the toll fee in cash, the rest of the drive was smooth.

On the way to Sacramento, I visited the UC Davis campus. I have this obsession with UCs. Maybe it's because I'm a UC Riverside alumna. Hmm.

Anyway, that was my weekend.

How was yours?