Reading of the week: John 6:35, 41-51
This time of year in the church is called the Ordinary time. It’s a time when there are no great festivals or feast to prepare for. I think it’s a bit of a misnomer. This is an extraordinary time. So many ordinary things are extraordinary.
Have you ever looked into the eye of a daisy and seen the miniature sand dunes within? Or seen a tiny forest in a clump of moss. Gazed at a butterfly and traced the lace of its wings? Looked at the eyes of spider as it spins an intricate web? The extraordinary is all around.
Think of a smile on the face of a baby; a leaf dancing on the breeze; that moment when you pull a carrot out of the ground, or see the first pod arriving on the pea plant. Often we don’t see it or sense it because we let life go by too quickly, or we look too far away. We don’t expect the extraordinary to be found in the person next to us, or in the garden.
The extraordinary is what we celebrate in our faith. The God who can speak worlds into being, who can make the mountains tremble and the seas dance. The God who is great and mighty, the one who we worship… he it is who has chosen us, who walks alongside us day by day. That God is the same who died for us. How extraordinary.
Sometimes when we meet for worship, we forget how incredible it all is. We come from different backgrounds and cultures, travel different paths through life – and yet join together in worship of one God. How extraordinary.
When we break bread together, we celebrate something incredible. We celebrate the God, the creator, the great I am, who invites us to eat with him, to share him with others. In that meeting place of God and human, the word becomes flesh and lives among us. The bread of life sustains us, fills us, walks with us.
That is extraordinary.