It was a scrawny excuse for a plant, relegated to an after-holiday sale at Home Depot. Nothing distinguished it except that it was the only green promise on a frozen, white January day.
I bought that Christmas cactus well over ten years ago with at least some small hope that it might someday yield the magnificent flower from which it draws its lofty name. No such thing! For ten years, it remained just green and alive, but otherwise unremarkable.
Then one day in its eleventh year, I noticed a deep red spot at its tip. Hopeless as I had become about the disappointing plant, I assumed someone had dropped a little spaghetti sauce over its perch in our kitchen. But to my delight the next morning, that “sauce” had blossomed into a luxurious flower — a soft, pink symbol of the sacred power of life hidden within the ordinary.
Life is like that cactus. If we are young, or when we once were, we often expect life to blossom quickly with some extraordinary design for our existence. More often than not, the years teach us that our great promise wears ordinary clothes and that we will find our deep happiness within the mundane routine of life.
We sometimes pass by the moments of our lives as if they were abandoned shells on a beach. And yet, if coaxed open by the gentle attention of hope, each moment contains its own precious pearl, sometimes realized only after we have lost the opportunity to cherish it.
There are times in life when our jobs, our relationships, our dreams for our children, our dreams for ourselves take on the tone of those grey, abandoned shells. We get so caught up in our ordinary lives that we lose the capacity to see their inherent power and extraordinarybeauty.
As we begin the long season of “Ordinary Time”, may we be blessed by our “Sacred Ordinary”. Through the grace of attentive love and patient hope, may we find in our daily lives a Light to inspire and delight us. May we discover the Love that gave us life and waits to blossom every day in our hope – that wants to make everything better
Music: These Ordinary Days – Jars of Clay