Common: With Gift

Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us. (Matthew 1:23 KJV)

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She wakes in the middle of the night, the digital clock reads 3:36. A common occurrence, this being awake two or three hours before the alarm. “Com-” words line up in her mind wanting to be pondered.

Compare. Comparison. Comma. Common. “C’mon, why can’t I get back to sleep?” Common reminds her that she looked up its meaning yesterday, and it won’t let her go.

Com+mon. She knows that “com-” is code for with. “Mon” isn’t a familiar root. It is related to the adjective “mean,” which surprisingly is not the definition she expects. It’s not the adjective that means average. This adjective describes humble, dull, or lacking dignity or honor. No distinction here. Further exploration reveals that “mon” comes from the Latin “munus” meaning gift or service. Another surprise. How can something common be a gift?

She turns those meanings over in her mind. Mary, the mother of Jesus, visits her mind. Was she common? Did she wake up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep? What woke her? Was it the sound of wings rustling in the corner of her room? A mighty angel watching her sleep? Willing her to wake, so he could deliver his message? Wondering if she would accept the gift? Wondering if she would be willing to serve His Lord?

She gets up, and goes to her computer to share the words forming in her head. She wonders. She waits. She listens. She offers her words, and then goes back to bed hoping sleep will find her again. As her head hits the pillow, she marvels that the common can be a gift.

 

7 thoughts on “Common: With Gift

  1. Kel, lovely post. And I love this particular version of this song. I forget who the artists are, but of course, there is nothing common about it. 🙂 Interestingly, “mon” is French (masculine) for “my.” It reminds me that Jesus is a gift to be received. He is my gift, but only when I open my hands to surrender to Him, to receive Him, to say yes to Him. Jesus est mon Dieu. And yes, there is nothing common about that (but boy, I sure am, and it never ceases to amaze me that He would have condescended to save me).
    Merry Christmas, Kel!
    Love
    Lynni

    1. Lynni-I love the connection you made to the French word mom…yes this gift is so very personal and yet universal too 😊
      Peace and good news! Love ya-Kel

  2. Leaving a “com”ment because what else could one do when they witness the glory of the Lord in such common things. And to imagine that this little Baby boy would one day suffer temptation that was common to men and yet he sinned not only to take on the sins of the world. Beautiful commentary. Thank you Kel!

  3. Two things, no three, to love about your post:
    1)The Pentatonix–one of my favorite Christmas albums–and this song in particular–amazing!
    2) Thank you for the chance to live vicariously through you while you do the word searches I’d love to do….
    3) and for the uncovering of the real meaning of ‘common’==a gift.
    Beautiful, all of it.
    Thank you for sharing with us your 3 am musings. sometimes those are the most revelatory.

    1. I LOVE the word revelatory….just the sound of it, the way it rolls off the tongue. I can revel even in the music of words.

    2. Jody- So glad I didn’t resist the gift of that brief insomnia which led to such a poignant moment for me and for you and all those who share in this common life!

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