|A little glimpse of my sacred mundane|
“There is no difference between the sacred and the mundane.”
I first heard these words at a bible study my senior year of college. I still remember the room, the quality of the air, the way the light shone through the windows. It was a sunny day. Ten to twelve girls in a room, learning together what it means to walk with Jesus through this life.
Our leader was Kari. She had been my bible study leader for three years already and this was the fourth. She had known me as a little, frightened sorority-girl freshman, seen me through heartache, a trip to Brazil, and all the little ins and outs of college life. We went from mentor and mentored to friends. My senior year was a challenge with 21 credits each term, long days and nights in the library, papers of extreme length and very little time for ministry. But I kept going to her bible study because there I was known and there I was loved. And oh boy, was I challenged.
|Caila and Kari in 2006 and 2009|
I can still remember the look on her face when she shared with us her great revelation: there is no difference between the sacred and the mundane. Our lives are not divided into sacred tasks and mundane details. One is not more important than the other. They both matter to God; they both make up a holy life.
“Fire shall be kept burning on the altar continually; it shall not go out.” It’s from Leviticus chapter 6, verse 13. A book I avoided back then if I could. A book about how to slaughter an animal, and perform sacrifices, and cleansing and bodily fluids. But Kari had stumbled upon a truth while reading that very book: the fire shall not go out. Animal sacrifice is no longer necessary for a life to honor God, yet we are still called to live a life of sacrifice. This makes our whole life an alter, and if the fire is to be kept burning continually, it means there must continually be material for sacrifice. And what can provide so much material for sacrifice? Continual material for sacrifice?
Every detail of life becomes material for sacrifice.
And if the book of Leviticus tells us that only holy things may be placed on the altar, and God wants every detail of our lives to become material for sacrifice, this means… this means that every detail of life is holy. Sacred. It means that even the mundane details of life are sacred. The Sacred Mundane.
Kari shared these things with us those many years ago, and she’s still going strong today. She details life and her pursuit of the sacred mundane on her blog, Sacred Mundane.
I think back to those words often, “There is no difference between the sacred and the mundane,” during my daily life as a wife and mother. It’s not a glamorous job. I’m not making a lot of money, people don’t look to me for what to wear or where to shop. I’m not on t.v. and I’m not some great bible teacher. I’m just me. Just living my life with the children and husband I love.
Sometimes those dishes get to me. They make me so mad sitting there in the sink. And that laundry pile, the never. ending. laundry. pile. But they are material for sacrifice! A way to worship God and say thank you for this life. Thank you for the dirty dishes because it means these precious lives are living and eating here in my home. I hold them and feed them and play with them and their clothes become dirty and so I clean them. They spill juice on the floor and I clean the floor and it’s just another chance to kneel in gratitude for these gifts, these singular, extravagant gifts.
If I shove any task aside just because it’s mundane, I am depleting it’s value. And I will not devalue any part of this life because I only have one and 30 years of it are already gone and to live is grace. I will choose to enter in and enjoy every last moment. Even the mundane.
In Christ, all becomes sacred. Nothing is wasted.
So why do I mention all this, dear friends? It’s something that’s been mulling around in my mind for awhile now. Kari reminds me of it every day, and Anne Voskamp has had something to do with it, too (author of One Thousand Gifts). The year 2011 was a year of getting back to the sacred in the mundane. Embracing the gifts and letting their beauty wash over me once more.
I think now’s the time to start chronicling my journey. Today’s a Monday, but from here on out my Friday posts will reflect little glimpses of the sacred things in my life.
Stryder’s blue eyes looking straight into mine. His wide open-mouthed smile. The way his left eye glimmers with tears because his tear duct is blocked.
Abby and the shadow on her nose. The way her lips pucker when she has an attitude. How she prances around the room like a pony when she’s happy. Her dimple. Her words, “I yuv you!”
Hudson learning so much it’s astonishing. How he says, “Hi, how are you today?” whenever he greets someone. “Mommy, I want you to come sit with me.” His warm cheek on my arm. Him growing so tall I can barely keep him in pants that fit.
Husband done with nursing school after working towards this goal for our entire marriage.
Looking forward to a future of God-knows-what.
Being excited for God-knows-what. 🙂
Friends that love me.
How he loves me.
A church that gathers together with one single mission: to know God and make Him known.
This miraculous chance to parent three eternal souls. God give me the wisdom I need.
It is all a gift. This sacred mundane.
Thank you, Kari, for sharing your life with us. I hope you don’t mind me sharing so many of your ideas here. 🙂
And thank you, friends, for reading! I pray you have a wonderful week filled with mundane, sacred, things! Check back tomorrow for more of this:
|Diaper strap in On the Road by Ronnie Walters for Robert Kaufman
(Fabric is out of print, sigh.)