Extraordinary Joy in Ordinary Time
Besides the times of year that have their own distinctive character, there remain in the yearly
cycle thirty-three or thirty-four weeks in which no particular aspect of the mystery of Christ is
celebrated, but rather the mystery of Christ itself is honoured in its fullness, especially on
Sundays. This period is known as Ordinary Time.
-Universal Norms for the Liturgical Year and Calendar, 43
According to the traditional church liturgical calendar, we are currently in “Ordinary Time.” This
name can feel contradictory for this particular physical season here in coastal Maine, as this is
when time can feel like it is speeding up as we see hosts of tourists converge on our beaches and
in our villages, and we can find ourselves also trying to cram as much activity as possible into
three months of sun. Go, go, go—get to the beach, the water park, the woods, the camp; visit
family, visit friends; have friends and family visit you, don’t stop, don’t breathe, don’t miss a
moment because before we know it summer will be over and the school year will have begun and
we’ll be back in the chains of our schedules.
There’s a deep disconnect and irony when it is demanded of us—by society, by other people, by
our own expectations—that we must relax now by rushing to do everything under the sun in
order to enjoy to the fullest this brief time of summer. This season can feel like it ought to be
called “Extraordinary Time,” as we feel the pressure to grasp at every opportunity and to fill
every moment with something special.
We can experience something similar in our Christian walk, as well. In Matthew 11:28, Jesus
offers: “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (NIV) Yet
often times the message we hear from the church and popular Christian speakers and books is the
call to “do great things for the Lord.” Be a missionary to a foreign country, adopt orphans, go to
seminary, become a pastor, give up every moment of your time to serving the church, rise at
4:30am every morning for two hours of prayer and Scripture study before starting your day …
None of these are bad things—in fact, many of them are wonderful examples of lives lived in
and for the Lord! But when they are demanded of us, when they are presented as the only type of
life that “counts” as a Christian life, they become burdens we were never meant to carry. The call
to walk with Jesus becomes a demand to live extraordinary lives.
What if we took a step back and looked at what it might mean to walk with Jesus in our ordinary
lives? What if we looked at “ordinary time” as a gift? To be invited to share even the most
mundane aspects of our day—washing dishes, sitting at a desk in our work office, making
supper, commuting to and from work—with a friend who is closer than a brother? (Prov. 18:24)
Ordinary time does not have to mean dreary routine, with nothing exciting or special to light it.
In fact, it can be seen as the exact opposite: an invitation to delight in the ordinary, as God does
in Genesis as he looks at the world he created—the same world we live in today, though a little
more broken and scarred now—and declares it is good. Perhaps this season, rather than rushing
to fill every moment of our days with something special, we can instead slow down and look for
the special gifts hidden inside our ordinary days. Instead of panicking as we see the calendar pass
the halfway point of summer and we realize all we haven’t done yet, we might take each day as a
chance to rest in the one who delights in us, in all our ordinary-ness.
Feasts and festivals are wonderful, and this is not to take away from the wonder and delight those
seasons bring. Perhaps for you, summer feels like three months of feasting, and this entire piece
feels irrelevant to your experience. But if you are one who is feeling too much pressure to force
summer to be extraordinary, consider this your invitation to step into Ordinary Time, and to use
these three months to truly rest and see how Christ is at work in even the smallest, most mundane
aspects of our days.