Just Another Day
There was a day they called “step up day” where the Middle Schoolers visited the High School for a day. I don’t know who was running the show for my step-up day (apparently nobody), because we roamed the halls, ate free popcorn and played basketball in the gym all day long. Basically, we did whatever we wanted. It was then that I realized that High School was going to be the coolest thing ever.
To top it all over, there was an assembly in the theater where they played this kicking song by Jon Secada below. Like the thought of High School on step up day, I immediately loved everything about it. There was so much longing, excitement and desire about it. It was the perfect theme song, really. It also doubles as today’s daily dose of passion.




My first awareness of change within me came as I began to reflect on how I performed the mundane responsibilities from which I felt so alienated. Though I was not completely alive to them, I was able at least to think about them, if only from a distance. I was struck by how wonderfully ordinary life is. Simply being alive became holy to me. As I saw myself typing exams, chatting with a student on the way to class, or tucking one of my children into bed, I sensed I was beholding something sacred. My encounters with students presented astonishing opportunities to listen and encourage. Bedtime with Catherine, David, and John allowed me to convey the blessing and love of God to them. I was not yet fully alive to these ordinary moments, but I began to glimpse how profound they were.