Last week I wrote a couple of posts about seemingly ordinary activities in ordinary life, questioning, really, or stating definitely that there seems to be nothing ordinary about life. After all, upright, living, breathing, thinking, caring, sometimes careless, loving child of God walking around on a globe spinning through space with millions of other creatures, some god-like and some not, searching for food, clothing, shelter, and the "meaning" of life - I mean, since many of us humans might fall or fit into those categories, does that mean our lives are ordinary? I don't know, but I keep coming upon events and statements that point to the fact that life is not ordinary - ordinary reads as "boring" doesn't it? Ordinary reads as not important to value other than one's own activity......
For example, yesterday I was finishing up Thomas Moore's, Care of the Soul, and this statement jumped off the page at me -
"The small things in everyday life are no less sacred than the great issues of human existence."
So what small things, brushing my teeth, bathing, reading morning prayer, noticing the cool air of the morning, the birds at the feeder, a trip to the grocery, a trip to the YMCA, a note to a grieving friend? How are these things sacred - upon reflection you know, they really are, but what if -
*I accidentally drive too fast in a school zone or in my child-filled neighborhood, whether children are present or not
*I become impatient with a fellow shopper in the checkout line who has decided to write a check rather than swipe a credit card, and is slower at writing than Methusaleh was
*I stop and think about dinner prep for myself and spouse rather than throwing in a boxed meal, or think to unload the dishwasher, just because, rather than waiting for him to do that task which he dislikes so much
*I think about volunteering to sit with a child and listen to them read in a language other than their own
*I take a moment to read a piece of literature that challenges my mind and daily activities
*I take a moment to remember the sick, the infirm, the young people of Iraq, the young people of the United States serving in Iraq or remember the prisoners in North Korea, the oppressed in China, the oppressed in America
*I take a moment to write a check to an organization that maintains God's credibility working in the world by feeding the hungry and sick
*I stop the car in order for a pedestrian in the crosswalk to tread safely across the street
Are these too ordinary to be sacred? What to do you think about small things in everyday life - are they just that - small? What small things in life might you consider sacred? Or do you just think small things don't matter and the word sacred just does not fit? I'd love to know what you think.
Photo - Toupee Man #1 of 3 in SS Triptych