The Ordinary. The Common. The Sacred.

My facebook friend and sister in Christ, Tami Spidle, wrote as her status yesterday, “Praising God for the magic of ordinary days, for joy in the little moments, knowing His presence is in them all, making me feel complete.”

I like that.  A lot.  It reminds me of the Psalmist’s declaration. “This is the day the Lord has made;  We will rejoice and be glad in it” (Ps. 118:24).

This day.  This “ordinary day.”  This hour.  This moment.  God made it.  He blessed us with it.  And in it is a reason to rejoice.  To see His handiwork.  To feel His presence. To taste His goodness. To experience His grace.  To know His will.

Too often we speak of our days as if they were a burden to be born. An encumbrance to be endured. A time to be tolerated.  Monday is blue. And Wednesday is “hump day.” And by Friday it’s “TGIF.”  Well, let’s thank God for every day.  Even a turbulent Tuesday.  Or a tiresome Thursday.  As Tami said, “there is joy in the little moments.”  There is, if we look for them.

Maybe the challenge we face is failing to see commonality of man’s existence juxtaposed to the divine nature within us.  “God must love common people because he made so many of them” once quipped Abraham Lincoln.  I might amend that to say, “God must love common folks because He made so many of us.”  Indeed.  Common folks who work every day.  Raise families.  Pay bills. Care about the neighbors.  Worry about their kids.  And enjoy some of life’s simple pleasures like Blue Bell ice cream!  A walk in the park.  Or a beautiful sunset.

Maybe the problem in praising God for the “ordinary days” is a failure to see God in the ordinary.  In the social.  The secular.  The daily grind.  We tend to relegate God only to times we read the Bible or pray. Or maybe even to services in a church building.  Work is secular.  Worship is sacred.  At least we’ve been conditioned to think that way.  Yet each day “we live and move and have our very being” through God.

Our “ordinary days” are those ordained by God to work. To provide for our families. Teach our children. Love our neighbors.  Serve others.  Be the preserving salt of the earth.  And shine our light of the Lord’s love in a world darkened by sin.  By the way you don’t have to quit your job and become a preacher to do that!

Jesus did it.  Before he began his preaching ministry.  In the “ordinary days” in the carpenter shop. Making ox yokes and furniture.  God was well pleased. Even in the “ordinariness” of Jesus’ daily life in the little village of Nazareth.  No wonder, “the common people heard him gladly.”

And so who ever you are.  Young. Old.  Retired.  Male. Female.  Where ever you are today. In whatever state. Or city. Or little town.  Or country. And what ever it is you are doing. Teaching school. Selling insurance. Driving a truck. Writing computer programs.  Directing a major corporation. Or wiping the runny nose of a two year old.  You’re doing God’s work. God is there.  Taking pleasure as you do His will. Acknowledging His presence.  And finding purpose in this “ordinary day.”

Oh, and since it’s all about God.  May I suggest that you tackle “the ordinary” joyfully and extra-ordinarily well, giving glory to Him.  I kinda think that will bring a smile to the face of God!

–Ken Weliever, The Preacherman


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3 responses to “The Ordinary. The Common. The Sacred.

  1. Sandra Jo, church of Christ, Pine Bluff, AR

    WOW! This is a keeper! I will be sending it on to many of my email friends. This is like a shot in the arm to prevent spiritual illness. Thanks!

  2. Jewell Jarmon

    Jewell From 28th Avenue Church of Christ in Pine Bluff, AR
    Oh what joy in every day ordinary things. This article is so wonderful and timely for me.
    Yesterday, my daughter had surgery, yet I found myself at peace with the little things during my day. Knowing she and I trusted in God was so calming. What a joy and blessing.
    Thank you so much.

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