He used everyday ordinary language. Filipinos would have loved His love for puns, as when He called ordinary fishermen to be His disciples and become fishers of men. He talked of everyday, ordinary things and events like the lilies of the fields, the birds of the air, the harvest, food, clothes. He moved among ordinary folks like the fishermen whom He called, the carpenters of whom He was one, the farmers about whom many of His parables were, the shepherds who were the first to know about His birth. He also had the bad ones in His company: the sinners, the lepers, the prostitutes, and the bane of them all, the tax-collectors.
Yet, He changed the world and me through these ordinary words and language, through these ordinary men and women, through these ordinary, everyday events. If he can create the world out of nothing; then He can fashion out something extraordinary in the most ordinary of things, people and events.
I am grateful for my life. I did not ask to be born but now that I am here, I am thankful for the privilege. That is already something extraordinary. But my life is made of ordinary moments and not all of them are happy or satisfying. Yet, I got here and am still alive because of all the ordinary happenings in my life, both good and bad. Thus, I am thankful for both the good things and the bad things in my life. They brought me here to where I am and who I am now.