God’s Sacred Script: An Ordinary Life

I picked up the file and headed down the elevator towards the parking garage. Who was this young woman I had agreed to meet with?  I say a little prayer as I head down to the garage to retrieve my car. Lord, help me to listen—to hear—what she needs. Speak through me.  I won’t know what to say.

Twenty minutes later I arrived at the low-income apartment complex. I rang the bell and a warm, but tired smile greeted me. I stepped into the small, dark, run down, cluttered apartment and left the rest of the world behind.   I listened.  I looked at pictures.  I heard her story.

She, a dying mother, needed peace of mind. She had six young children, most of them soon-to-be orphans.  A few would still have a father.  She needed help planning for the children.  Planning for guardianships and custody.  She needed to know her babies would be placed in loving homes.  To know her babies would, if possible, still know their brothers and sisters.

That meeting and my next—and final—meeting with that young mother were extraordinary. Sacred.  I could expect to receive nothing in return. And, what I had to give felt as though it flowed directly from God through me. His words. His compassion. The courage and love He showed me in this woman. The gifts He gave me to help. A few profound, extraordinary moments—sacred moments—because of God’s hand in it all.

Those moments reminded me of something Mother Teresa once said about being like “a little pencil” in God’s hand. “That is all. He does the thinking. He does the writing. The pencil has nothing to do with it. The pencil has only to be allowed to be used.”

Sacred moments serving as the pencil in the Creator’s hand. Those are the moments—the days—that faith draws me toward.  Those are the moments when God the creator and redeemer shows me that everything comes from him. Every breath.

God the giver of life took what could have been an ordinary meeting and made it sacred. Paul, in his letter to the Romans talked about becoming a “living sacrifice.”  The translation of Romans 12:1 from The Message says it nicely:

Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.

God makes the ordinary life extraordinary. Lord thank you for your unconditional gift of life. For the seemingly ordinary life that You promise to make extraordinary when we seek You, when we acknowledge You, and allow You to live in us and flow through us.  What an incredible gift to be the pencil, the instrument, that You use to write the story of Your kingdom–Your sacred script.

Amen

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Posted on May 22, 2010, in Christianity, Faith, God, Grace, love and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I, too, try to ask the Lord to speak through me so that I say what He wants me to say. I love Mother Teresa’s quote that we are each “a little pencil in God’s hand.” I just found your site, but will definitely be back.

  2. Lee – Thank you for stopping by! Mother Teresa not only set a wonderful example of a life that reflected God’s grace, but she had the words to express what that life looked like, too. –Godspeed, Elizabeth

  3. Your visit to the dying mother reminded me of my visit with my foster son’s mother just before she died. I was part of a story like the one you described. She did not know me, but I agreed to take her son (who was my son’s classmate). We met as two single mothers of special needs children who lie awake at night worrying about what will happen to our children if something happens to us. Meeting her and assuring her that I would care for her son was one of the most sacred encounters of my life. That was 10 years ago. Thank you for reminding me of that holy meeting.

  4. Elizabeth, great post. Really hits the human condition on the head.

    Write on!
    Mary

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