What makes time “Ordinary”? I’m too lazy right now to look up the ecclesiastical answer, and it really doesn’t matter. What matters is that I went to Mass, and sat among these beautiful families, fathers, mothers, children of all ages.
My body doesn’t always cooperate. Pain centers in my lower back and in my left hip. I sat in the pew, hurting, but praying, listening, chanting the Gloria, Sanctus, Pater Noster.
Despite hurting, despite wishing those children were my grandchildren, I knew I was home.
We’ve spent a century pursuing the idols of hedonism. I’m glad I lived long enough to walk away.