Our wood burning ceramic stove stopped working last week. 24/7 constant burning since November caused a good buildup in the chimney, and one morning, after building a fire, I found my eyes burning with back-drafted smoke.
We have an alternate heat source, so it’s not like we’re walking around in parkas. But it’s been cooler in our normally semi-tropic home. I tell myself this is good for my anger – that cool air has long been a refuge for finding calm, like a smoker retreating to the deck while a family argument overheats the house.
But really, the broken stove is just life. Like so many things overused or late, tired or worn, eventually we all have a moment where we choke.
Confession: I have been angry this week.
I have muttered under my breath about my daughter’s unwillingness to potty train. I bit my lip twice in one meal, ala Jim in The Office Season 9, and allowed it to strangle my morning. I have stomped, yelled, sighed in frustration. Snow has yet again covered our hopes for life outside, and it all feels so sloppy.
I have pray/begged for help, only halfheartedly remembering to think about Jesus carrying the weight of my wrongs up Golgotha.
Yesterday, Ellis decided it would be a good day to snap all my chalk sticks in half during art time. So I made it a chance to update my chalkboard, two inch chalk sticks notwithstanding.
It wasn’t hard to pick something – this quote had been cornering me all week.
“By honoring this common life, nurturing it, carrying it steadily in mind, we might renew our households and neighborhoods and cities, and in so doing, might redeem ourselves from the bleakness of private lives spent in frenzied pursuit of sensation and wealth.”
It’s a beautiful quote by Scott Russell Sanders, but strangely enough, what struck me most was how common can mean different things.
I know what Sanders was getting at was common, as in what we share. But I couldn’t help thinking about it the other way. Common as in ordinary.
Life at home with little ones is fraught with ordinary. It’s about repetition and routine. It’s cheerios for breakfast twice a week, and copious amounts of yogurt.
This Lent season, it’s me praying while I nurse in the blue black dawn of the morning. It’s pushing down anger with something heavy enough to sit in its place. But I’m still having a hard time finding an elephant big enough for every job.
My anger is common. But I want to take it out of the ordinary equation.
I want to carry its battle steadily in mind in order to find spiritual renewal. Renewal for those within my house, and those outside of it. Renewal for my actions, renewal for my mind.
Attacking my common, ordinary anger will redeem my ability to live a common, shared life. And suddenly, it’s clear. This too is a version of the cross – dying to self, living in community with a great cloud of witnesses.
This is Jesus making a way.
2 thoughts on “Redeeming this common life”
What a beautiful way to see the positive in seemingly non-positive circumstances. LOVE your chalkboard; and, the quote, is lovely – because common is SO not common, and we need to see God in the mundane. He’s with us working through it all.
Thanks for sharing your heart!
Thank you! So true – common has so many facets, and what’s common to us isn’t common to everyone. So glad to be reminded He’s helping us parse it all out.