Bananas & Bagels and the Common Miracle

 

Today I was struck by bananas. 

How did I get bananas in my kitchen? I live in Wisconsin and I don't grow bananas.  

Where did it grow? 

Who grew it? 

How did this banana get here?

And it only cost $0.29 a pound at KwikTrip? 

And the banana tastes so sweet, healthy, and satisfying. 

I didn't plant it, grow it, pick it, or ship it to the store. How is that possible?! 

I present to you the common miracle.

And next to the bananas are these amazing Costco bagels with parmesan cheese. I don't recall buying flour, yeast, or parmesan. I know I didn't look up the recipe, mix the ingredients, or wait while they proof. I certainly didn't spend 12+ hours to see the process through. But here they are. On my counter. In Appleton, Wisconsin. Whoa. 

The truth is, I've been out living my life, not even thinking about food or making food while some talented and committed individuals grew and made my food. Just another 'attack' of the common miracle.

Every day I'm careless about food. I don't consider these as miracles, actual gifts. I am typically a grateful person but today there was a deeper revelation about food and those behind the food. I am dependent on others, and that means I need to be humble and grateful, not wasteful. 

I need to consider these individuals, how hard they work while I'm sleeping. These humans who have skills that I don't. That deserves respect. When I think about these people and their efforts, the food does more than feed my stomach. It nourishes my mind and my heart.

Bananas and bagels, people. 

Today's miracle brought to you by an army of humans — doing what you and I can't or won't do.