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.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
Such a profound thought. I love your comments that center around your Catholicity. I too am Roman Catholic. There is something comforting about the entire ritual of the mass. But I thought I was the only one that felt that way. I even love the smell of bees wax burning. 🙂
Yes. The Mass and its beauty is more than comforting from an emotional or psychological perspective. The True Presence of Our Lord is the very essence of The Mass.
I agree. That being the case it’s only right being there should cause those feelings.
Yes.
When I am out in nature is when I feel closest to God…or to a higher being other than man.