I am an ordinary person. You probably are also. I am a minister’s wife, a mother of two, Bible study teacher, writer, blogger and a high school English teacher. Our bank account will never see millions of dollars, unless I win that Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes contest which I never enter, so that’s out. My name will never be in lights unless at my funeral there is one of those small signs that I have seen in many small town funerals with the deceased’s name on it.
Ever think on your ordinariness? Ever ponder what God’s plan for you and arrive at, “That’s it, God?” Since we live in a society that worships celebrities and people who have some amazing talent or money, these thoughts sometimes hit us. I am ordinary.
I love Francis Chan’s book Crazy Love. Let me borrow an illustration from chapter one. Picture yourself as a dot on your hometown’s map. Now broaden this picture to seeing your dot on your state. Continue moving away from your dot and picture our planet earth. Now picture planet earth in the solar system. This takes a minute for those of us that haven’t been in science class in awhile. Now picture the Milky Way Galaxy which our solar system is a part of. This would similar to a huge, cloudy circle with our solar system as a dot on the tip of an edge of it.
Do you have any idea how many galaxies there are in our universe? According to Mario Livio, an astrophysicist at the Space Telescope Science Institute in Baltimore, there are 100 to 200 billion. Some scientists claim that there are as many as 350 billion. That’s insane.
Now you really are feeling quite ordinary and insignificant. But wait. That same God that created all of this created me. He has done many miracles in my life and cares about my mundane life situations. He listens to me. Picture this huge God of the universe that is overseeing this vast expanse, and He hears this one little voice calling His name, and He stops, halts
everything and says, “Wait, this is Kathy. Hold everything.” He never gets my burdens confused with someone else because too many people are talking to Him at the same time like my first block English class that has thirty freshmen in it can do to me. We have His full attention. He knows what’s best for me. He gives me my purpose in this vast universe.
My purpose and part in this great universe may seem to me small, but it’s not. God has given us an assignment which is pretty amazing. When I give my students an assignment, I trust that they will do it to the best of their ability. If they need help, I will step in and help. What they are doing is important, and it is part of the bigger picture of what I am trying to accomplish in my class. The same is true with us.
If I start to think that what I do each day at my school, when I teach a Bible study or speak to a group of ladies is not important, then I need to look at all of these things as God sees these things. All people, young, old, wealthy, poor…they are God’s creations and are extremely important to Him. Am I thinking less of them than God is? Aren’t all these thoughts of insignificance rooted in “me” thinking? Yes, they are. It’s not about me. It never has been.
I want to leave you with an assignment: read these verses and ponder the amazing God that we get the privilege of serving and remember what God’s word shows us about the mind of Christ and His example of how we are to live.
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