A friend last night reminded me last night of the significance of the small and seemingly insignificant things of life—making coffee for a loved one, spending time with one’s parents, relating well to the person we find annoying. For the Christian, if all the situations we find ourselves are in some way a gift from God, then how we relate to these things, people and situations seems to be of infinite importance.
It seems that most of life is spent in the mundane humdrum. Yet it is easy to get distracted by the flashing lights of false visions that we might have for ourselves (who we might be, where we might be working, and so on). I’m reminded of Eugene Peterson’s quote that discipleship and wisdom take place in the unglamorous ordinary. It is here that God would have us, for it is here that we grow.