“But the trouble with sainthood these days is the robe-and-halo imagery that gets stuck onto it.” Carl got that brooding look again. “People forget that robes were street clothes once… and still are, in a lot of places. And halos are to that fierce air of innocence what speech balloons in comics are to the sound of the voice itself. Shorthand. But most people just see an old symbol and don’t bother looking behind it for the meaning. Sainthood starts to look old-fashioned, unattainable… even repellent. Actually, you can see it all around, once you learn to spot it.” ―
I love the palpable power in extraordinary experiences. But we need a reminder that the most extraordinary elements are extracted from the ordinary.
I think it’s good to pursue. It’s all tied to the mission for more. But in our hustle to become better, and in a world inundated with sensationalism and speculation, we need to invite the ordinary into our lives. We need it to be enough.
I am guilty of losing myself in motion. It’s entirely too easy to chase after or lust over things rather than embracing them in their ordinary state.
Invite the ordinary into life.
As I type this my tiny humans are running wild. It’s incredibly noisy, distracting, and a tad annoying. It’s ordinary. It’s every day stuff that I take for granted, that I’ll miss, that I’ll do my best to remember when God willing, I’m old and gray. So why push this away? This ordinary life is filled with extraordinary love.
Surrender then savor.