Maybe It Was Ordinary

maybe it was ordinary

And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born. She gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them.
(Luke 1:6-7)

Babies come when they come. Life happens when and where it happens. Life is bigger than we are. However life happens, we choose either to go with it or go against it. The night Jesus was born, it appears Joseph and Mary chose to go with it.

Maybe Joseph and Mary weren’t the only ones who couldn’t find a room at the inn that night. Maybe it wasn’t that uncommon for a baby to be born in a stable.

Maybe, from a human point of view, that night wasn’t as big of a deal as the religious storytellers make it.

How would life be if we’d just say “what is” without embellishing and super-spiritualizing? We need each other to just tell it as it is. All the dazzle added to simple truth just makes us tired and feel like we must not be spiritual because our lives are so common.

So what’s simple truth?

Air.

Resting heart rate.

A quiet day.

Routine.

Sucking smoothie with an oversized straw.

Waiting for the light to turn green.

Sure, we experience highs and lows. But most of life is straightforward and simple. Maybe that’s how the birth of Jesus was intended to be seen through earthly eyes: an ordinary event on an ordinary night. Maybe God celebrates straightforward, simple people who are faithful day in and day out more than the effervescent hyped up lives so many people live.

Phillip Cohen         

Comments

comments