In ordinary time the grass keeps growing, brambles continue their offensive against my legs, and the thrush sings beautifully in the trees above the house.
In ordinary time the lake is drying up, a young squirrel is stealing my wild strawberries, and I catch the scent of wild honeysuckle and smile.
We keep on working, playing, resting, caring, grieving, living, and loving in ordinary time.
Nothing changes, yet nothing stays the same.
This is ordinary time for extraordinary people.
My friends, we don’t have to wait for an extraordinary time.
This is our time, real time. Let’s use it well.