Well, we’re officially back to ordinary time. Ordinary time… I’ve always found it so funny that we call it ordinary. I guess in some ways it makes sense – in ordinary time, we aren’t in feast mode. Instead, we’re journeying. We’re making our way from one big feast to another (Christmas to Easter, or vice versa). But I guess life can’t always be a great big party; if it was, the party wouldn’t be all that special or fun. Besides, I’m an introvert; I need my down time.

Where I get stuck in calling ordinary time “ordinary” is that, when I look at the Gospels in particular, there isn’t really anything that “ordinary”. I suppose we hear about Jesus doing the really special stuff like … you know… rising from the dead, on special feast days… but it’s not like “ordinary” Sundays tell stories that are all that mundane...