That word just makes me flinch. I’ve tried my whole 24 years not to be ordinary, boring, and unexciting.
Don’t lie and tell me you haven’t kinda always combined ordinary with boring.
I just finished reading Shannan Martin’s new book, The Ministry of Ordinary Places. I started reading it because I simply love Shannon Martin and her heart, but I was also curious. In my mind, ministry and ordinary don’t go hand in hand.
Then I started it.
From the introduction, she had me hooked:
“I always thought being called by God was a rare and special thing that happened to only a slim percentage of unlucky people….”
She writes, “Whenever (“the call”) popped up, I kindly reminded God that I’m not that kind of woman. I’m indoorsy, with a sensitive gag
reflex and a mortal phobia of outhouses. I’m not the best choice for a day trip to a state park, much less a mission field”.
I sympathize with her, but I feel the opposite way. I feel the call to go, but circumstances have kept me from going to the mission field
long-term. I am much more comfortable on the mission field than I am in suburban America.
This idea of ordinary places mattering and staying vs going is not a new dilemma in my life. I feel like it’s a constant battle to be content.
Recently, I found peace in being right here (Mansfield), right now. Shannan Martin just drove the feeling home into my heart with these words:
“God got busy shrinking the world as I knew it down to a pinhole, one solitary shaft of light. ‘The souls exists and is built entirely out of
attentiveness,’ wrote Mary Oliver. Rather than feeling stuck in a problem-sodden world I would never be able to fix, God was caring for my soul
by pointing me towards my corner of it and asking me to believe it was enough”.
That challenged me. Was it enough? Could it be enough? If I were to stay in America, in Mansfield, Ohio, for the rest of my life, would that be enough?
I just got back from a JH retreat. I’m a small group leader for 6th grade girls.
It was exhausting and life-giving all rolled into one. They have SO much energy! It’s like most middle schoolers are the energizer bunny with no
off switch. I drank A LOT of coffee that weekend, but I had that in the back of my head.
If you were to stay, right here, in Mansfield, for the rest of your life, would that be enough? Would listening, loving, and pointing these girls toward
Me be enough? It’s not as extraordinary as helping starving orphans in Mexico or loving on kids in Africa.
Would this-sacrificing sleep to love on a girl who may not know what that looks like-be enough?
Would simply giving a hug and smiling to a girl who may not have had a great day be enough?
Would complimenting a smile or anything she does well to a girl who never feels like she’s good enough be enough?
These thoughts were going through my head this weekend.
I say I’m content and at peace with staying here-right here-indefinitely, but would that be enough?
I really struggled with that, but then I held a girl and she was holding back tears. I looked in her sweet face and I got a glimpse of the fact that
she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. She was hugging me like I was her lifeline.
That broke me.
I remember what it was like to be in middle school, everything is so confusing-so hard.
Hugging her tightly, wishing I could carry part of her burden, I realized I’m starting to believe this is enough.
This life of “ordinary” is enough.
“In a world that pushes us toward bigger, better, more costly and refined, seeing the humble as radiant is an act of holy resistance.
Jesus dealt in seeds and sails. He spoke through dust and sermonized in spit. Set against a backdrop of faithlessness, lawlessness,
and low-grade despair, he brought faith and healing through the overlooked, unspectacular elements of everyday life. He’s right here, in
every dull, dusty corner, and even more in every one of us bumbling, regular, milk-mustached kids trying to masquerade as big shots. This is
why we need him near, and why it matters that we stick together”.
When I read that the second time (yes I read the book twice in two days), it stuck with me.
This is my corner of the world.
MCS. These girls. My bible study. Mansfield.
This is my corner of the world.
These are my people.
My heart is still in Ukraine and scattered all over this world, but this is my corner of the world right now.
Holding that girl in my arms, and just sitting on the sidewalk with her, I started to believe that this is enough.
So if you need me, I’ll be circled around a bonfire loving people in my corner of the world.