Assuming for the moment that the blizzard outside doesn’t totally shut down the city of Toronto, I will be taking my 5 year-old daughter Anya to see the Toronto Raptors tonight. Taking a child to a professional sporting event isn’t the most blog-worthy event of all-time. So, what am I doing here? I am reflecting on how the sacred and the ordinary often come together. Not unlike the theme I touched on in my recent post, You Are Being Watched, I’m becoming increasingly aware of the need to bring my Christianity to bear on every aspect of my life (1 Corinthians 10:31). Not only is this biblically sound, but there are some pragmatic sensibilities here also. The person who is likely watching my words and actions more closely than anyone is my five year-old daughter. For this reason, I have come to realize that with my young daughter there is no such thing as an ‘ordinary event’. She takes in (and often repeats!) every word and phrase I utter. She notices (and often attempts for herself!) every move I make. Tonight will be no different. My daughter will notice how I speak to the concession stand workers and to the ushers. She will notice how I cheer for the Raptors and how I cheer against the Lakers. And when she invariably kicks over a large cup of Coca-Cola, she’ll be impacted by whether my response is harsh or gentle.
I cherish the fact that my daughter follows my lead. She may not always. Accordingly, I need to make the most of every opportunity–I need to show my daughter how, in the most ordinary contexts of life, we can still honour the Lord and those around us.
I think it is safe to say that, for each of us, as we seek to bless and honour our children by the way to speak and by the way we live our lives, the net result will be substantial.