Common…Ordinary…two words that don’t necessarily inspire.
They’re just kind of there.
Hamburger…not steak kinda’ words.
Familiar though. Familiar words that describe how most of us feel most of the time. Not too special…
mac and cheese special maybe, vanilla pudding special…
The manger at Christmas…that kind of special…
that kind of COMMON, Ordinary…
I love the way Matthew begins his gospel with a genealogy. Filled with mostly ordinary people, with Old Testament common, typical names.
and yes, Mary, a young ordinary woman from an ordinary town with a pretty unspectacular life…so far anyway…
The whole idea of God coming down to a place He created that’s filled with common, ordinary humans makes a guy kinda wonder…WHY?
I remember some years ago reading “The Visited Planet” by J.B. Phillips…I’ve included it here in this blog…a condensed version mind you…BUT you’ll get the idea, and perhaps get a glimpse into WHY He came…enjoy!
The Visited Planet (condensed version)
by J. B. Phillips
Once upon a time a very young angel was being shown round the splendors and glories of the universes by a senior and experienced angel. To tell the truth, the little angel was beginning to be tired and a little bored. He had been shown whirling galaxies and blazing suns, infinite distances in the deathly cold of inter-stellar space, and to his mind there seemed to be an awful lot of it all. Finally he was shown the galaxy of which our planetary system is but a small part. As the two of them drew near to the star which we call our sun and to its circling planets, the senior angel pointed to a small and rather insignificant sphere turning very slowly on its axis. It looked as dull as a dirty tennis-ball to the little angel, whose mind was filled with the size and glory of what he had seen.
“I want you to watch that one particularly,” said the senior angel, pointing with his finger.
“Well, it looks very small and rather dirty to me,” said the little angel. “What’s special about that one?”
“That,” replied his senior solemnly, “is the Visited Planet.”
“Visited?” said the little one. “you don’t mean visited by —?
“Indeed I do. That ball, which I have no doubt looks to you small and insignificant and not perhaps overclean, has been visited by our young Prince of Glory.” And at these words he bowed his head reverently.
“But how?” queried the younger one. “Do you mean that our great and glorious Prince, with all these wonders and splendours of His Creation, and millions more that I’m sure I haven’t seen yet, went down in Person to this fifth-rate little ball? Why should He do a thing like that?”
“It isn’t for us,” said his senior a little stiffly, “to question His ‘why’s’, except that I must point out to you that He is not impressed by size and numbers, as you seem to be. But that He really went I know, and all of us in Heaven who know anything know that. As to why He became one of them — how else do you suppose could He visit them?”
The little angel’s face wrinkled in disgust.
“Do you mean to tell me,” he said, “that He stooped so low as to become one of those creeping, crawling creatures of that floating ball?”
“I do, and I don’t think He would like you to call them ‘creeping, crawling creatures’ in that tone of voice. For, strange as it may seem to us, He loves them. He went down to visit them, to lift them up to become like Him.”