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Really, what is ordinary? Sometimes I sigh and just wish for an ordinary, maybe even a dull day. But an ordinary day? I am not sure I know what it is! Each day can be so different in our home, from a meltdown over math, to hearing water dripping on a ceiling from the floor above. Last week it was our married daughter spending quite a few days here including one night her and her husband who needed to get away from their apartment which had a gas leak. In the morning while my daughter was still sleeping and her husband was at the apartment waiting for a repairman, the younger siblings were peeking in on her in the bedroom. They came downstairs, all excited that she was still there, and one said, “She looks so pretty while she’s sleeping. She almost looks like an angel.” My kids are really pretty ordinary, I really doubt they would have said that a year ago when she still lived here, but that morning it was not ordinary, and they saw her from a different perspective.
I wonder if it was like that when Jesus walked on earth. Most saw Him as an ordinary man.
he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,
and no beauty that we should desire him.
I imagine most just passed by Him when walking the streets – did not give Him a second thought to look at twice or turn around and take a double look at Him. But later, when His disciples understood who He is, did they just gaze at Him. Did they ever watch Him sleep? As His mother Mary treasured things in her heart, did she gaze at Him in awe, wonder, adoration, not as she would her child, but as an my children saw their sister in different way, did Mary too? When did she realize He is her God too? When did the men on either side of Him on the cross really realize He was no ordinary man?
Are we just so used to “God” in our everyday lives, having grown up with His name often on our lips, that we forget that He is so beyond ordinary?
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