My mother was an extraordinary woman of great faith, who not only impacted my own life but that of scores of people with whom she came in contact. One of her great passions was the belief that, if a person was walking with Yahshua, everything he or she did was spiritual. She would declare it in the kitchen, the gardens, the laundry, the workshops, “We are spiritual people, everything we do is spiritual work!” As theological students, we would, “Yeah, yeah,” at her, and often roll our eyes when she had gone. But Mother knew, from her own experience, that Yahweh could speak to the heart anytime and anywhere.
In fact, the Bible teaches the same thing. Moses was looking after sheep in the desert, going about his everyday work, when the angel of Yahweh appeared to him in a burning bush. [Exodus 3:1-2] Then there was an ordinary man, tramping along a dusty road with murder in his heart, and “suddenly a light from heaven flashed around him” [Acts 9:3] totally changing him. What about Gideon, skulking in the winepress and threshing wheat in fear of the Midianites? [Judges 6:10-12] Then there was Jacob, darkness falling, no place to go, curled up with a stone for a pillow [ouch!] and dreaming of a stairway, resting on the earth but reaching up to heaven, and watching angels going up and down! [Genesis 28:12] Ordinary people meeting Yahweh in the ordinary course of their lives!
I met Him recently in my kitchen as I was cooking dinner; I met Him this morning as I drove through the countryside to meet a friend. My mother was right, we are spiritual people and so we should expect to meet with Yahweh as we travel the ordinary pathway of life. For some of us, there will be moments of remarkable joy and revelation, but these are exceptions, not promises. We are, however, promised a daily life of fellowship through our regular round of work and service, His companionship on this very ordinary journey. His Presence can transform every humble task and add sweetness to every moment of blessing.
You met Him where?
Photo copyright Val Warsop, "Student Valerie with her Mother, Joyce Warsop"