Beauty in the Norm

I think there is something incredibly beautiful about normal. Does that make any sense? I mean it...there is a wonderful, peaceful quality that exists in a perfectly normal day. I know, I know...what is normal...isn't that a relative term? So, for those literalists out there, I mean a day without major crisis or drama, a day that has somewhat of a similar, familiar cadence to the days preceding and the days that will follow. Normal. I don't necessary mean unchanging, because I really enjoy change, and I don't mean boring, as in nothing at all happened in this day. Just a normal, peaceful day. It's really beautiful.

I love the seasons of the church year, Advent full of anticipation and promise, Epiphany full of light and wonder, Lent filled with contemplation, Pentecost filled with passion and fire...just to name a few. But I really find ordinary time to be beautiful, restorative and meaningful.

And guess what...I love all kinds of churches and worship experiences...but what I really, really find beautiful is our normal and amazing experience that we have every Sunday. I find it filled with connection, with people that I love deeply and those whom love me...filled with the Holy Spirit and faith. We aren't perfect folks, we are normal, amazing children of God.

Yes...I think there is something incredibly beautiful about normal.