Somehow, I’ve never really been an “ordinary time” person. Don’t get me wrong: I like the colour green as much as anyone. And I appreciate that for some, more spiritually-exalted persons than I, the weeks after Pentecost (or after Trinity, according to taste) are a wonderful opportunity to reflect on the ongoing rhythm of life in the Spirit, the sacredness of everyday things.
But I’ve always preferred the narrative drive and colour of the church’s seasons: from the anticipation and hope of Advent, through Christmas and Epiphany, and then the redemptive journey through Lent, Holy Week, Easter, Ascension and Pentecost itself, with the accompanying parade of colours: blue, gold, purple, white, red and so on.
So it was with something of a shock that I realised this morning that (thanks to the early Easter) we now have the thick end of six months of “green” Sundays ahead of us; six months of the “daily pattern” of Celebrating Common Prayer.
I’m feeling a little stir-crazy already, and we’re only on day one! Oh well, I’m sure it’ll be very good for me. 😉