Ordinary Days

Then came the day of Unleavened Bread on which the Passover lamb had to be sacrificed. 8Jesus sent Peter and John, saying, "Go and make preparations for us to eat the Passover." 9"Where do you want us to prepare for it?" they asked. 10 He replied, "As you enter the city, a man carrying a jar of water will meet you. Follow him to the house that he enters, 11 and say to the owner of the house, 'The Teacher asks: Where is the guest room, where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?' 12 He will show you a large upper room, all furnished. Make preparations there." 13 They left and found things just as Jesus had told them. So they prepared the Passover. Luke 22:7-13

I'm going to bet that there were no other men walking with a jar of water that day. Not too surprising since that job was usually carried out by the women of that day. So why was this man carrying the water? Because God knew exactly how He was going to lead His disciples to the right place at the precise time to prepare for Passover. We may never know exactly why this man had to do that job on this particular day, but because the job was normally done by women, he was obviously going to stand out to Peter and John and therefore he was fulfilling his God-giving purpose. This man may have never known that his simple act of obedience had such an impact on all of us as we read the scripture some 2000 years later.

As I read those words today I was reminded that each day my actions, my steps, my words, and even every breath I take is not my own. I belong to Another. I belong to One who has my steps calculated and my actions weighed. I'm walking for HIM. I'm speaking for HIM. I'm breathing for HIM. Since that is true then I have to believe that every step I took today was because that was what God had ordained for my life today. I have to believe that every conversation I had with Libby today was important. Every kiss I gave Alice today was for HIM. . That's just too big for me to completely wrap my finite mind around, but it sure does make my job seem a little more important.

I just can't imagine what that man might have thought about his walk back to his home with his jar of water, if he had known that he would be recorded in scripture for it. Every step important. If we could only see a moment of what our life really is about. How some of the most simple tasks in our life might just be some of our most important. Would somebody please make sure I get this? I need to understand it! I need to really hold this word in my heart. May I not forget that the ordinary days are still God's days.