
Yesterday was an ordinary day.
I went to ordinary places, met ordinary people, did ordinary things. There was no chaos or crisis, no excitement or parties, nothing deep and meaningful. I chatted to neighbours, visited our Men’s Shed, did stuff at church, read, wrote, did some gardening, followed the cricket, tennis, football…
I like ordinary. With ordinary there are no unexpected surprises, no dramatic scenes. Ordinary likes order. Even if the ducks aren’t quite in a tidy row, they’re all present and under control. Ordinary is good for the blood pressure and the purse.
We’re encouraged to seek the extraordinary, the exceptional, the excellent; words like ‘ordinary’, ‘satisfactory’, and ‘content’ are seen as second rate.
But yesterday’s ordinary day was a good day. My body, mind and spirit were active, but not over-extended. I reached the end of the day content, satisfied.

When we first had ‘school inspections’ we were given the dates in advance. We put up wonderful displays, prepared all-singing, all-dancing lessons. We tried to create the extra-ordinary, the spectacular.
Then school inspectors gave us less warning… Our ordinary school life and lessons had to be good. I was privileged to work with good teachers for whom good teaching in the classroom, good pastoral care of the children was regular, expected – ordinary.
I love the Jesus narrative. He did ordinary things – went to weddings, visited the temple, ate picnics – that became good. He mixed with ordinary people – fishermen, farmers, families – who were flawed but good.

I have Christian friends who pray that the God ‘who can do immeasurably more…’ will come in power, that God’s transforming Spirit will bring dramatic revival. I’m with them. I believe that God can do – and does do – more than we can imagine…
But I believe too in a God who is in the ordinary. He can make the ordinary good, so that the good becomes ordinary. I check my diary. I’m not expecting the spectacular or extraordinary today, but I do expect that today will be good.

There’s the old hymn:
I take thy promise, Lord, in all its length
And breadth and fulness for my daily strength
and it goes on
And all the other days that make my life,
Marked by no special joy or grief or strife,
Days filled with quiet duties, trivial care,
Burdens too small for other hearts to share.
Spend thou these days with me.
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I’ve not met that hymn before, Bryan. I’ve just looked it up. It’s beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with me.
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I love ordinary!
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It’s certainly under-rated, Dan – like ‘satisfactory’ and ‘content’.
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