{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Acast","provider_url":"https://acast.com","height":250,"width":700,"html":"<iframe src=\"https://embed.acast.com/$/656fd0cb4030a60011809ebf/684c60ecb8abe7f5da88b257?\" frameBorder=\"0\" width=\"700\" height=\"250\"></iframe>","title":"Sacred Ordinary","description":"<h2>Scripture&nbsp;&nbsp;</h2><p><strong>1 Kings 19:11–12 (NRSV)</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>and breaking rocks in pieces before the Lord,&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>but the Lord was not in the wind;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>and after the wind an earthquake,&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>but the Lord was not in the earthquake;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>and after the earthquake a fire,&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>but the Lord was not in the fire;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>and after the fire a sound of sheer silence.</p><p><br></p><h2>Refrain&nbsp;&nbsp;</h2><p>Every ordinary moment is touched by God.</p><p><br></p><h2>Poem&nbsp;&nbsp;</h2><p><strong>Mary Oliver</strong>, from <em>Making the House Ready for the Lord&nbsp;</em>&nbsp;</p><p>Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>still nothing is as shining as it should be&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>for you. Under the sink, for example, is an&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>uproar of mice—it is the season of their&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>many children. What shall I do? And under the eaves&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>and through the walls the squirrels&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>have gnawed their ragged entrances—but it is the season&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>when they need shelter, so what shall I do?&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>And the raccoon limps into the kitchen and opens the cupboard&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>while the dog snores, the cat hugs the pillow;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>what shall I do? Beautiful is the new snow falling&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>in the yard and the fox who is staring boldly&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>up the path, to the door. And still I believe you will&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>come, Lord: you will, when I speak to the fox,&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>the sparrow, the lost dog, the shivering sea-goose, know&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>that really I am speaking to you whenever I say,&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>as I do all morning and afternoon: Come in, Come in.</p>","author_name":"City Arts Dept"}