As I write this letter the sun is shining and there is a sense of summer in the air. The caravan is about to have its annual service and we look forward to our first trip away in it this year at the end of the month. It tends to be the first month in the year when I find I can stop and draw breath and look forward to a slightly quieter time.
Since the beginning of Lent there has been a long line of events and festivals. This last month has seen us celebrating the season of Easter, our Patronal Festival, Rogation Sunday, the Feast of the Ascension and the weeks seem to have slipped quickly by. This month begins with the Feast of Pentecost, Trinity Sunday, and Corpus Christi; and then we get into that long run of Sundays in which are simply named by the boring old titles of Trinity 1, Trinity 2, Trinity 3, etc. or as the Common Lectionary calls them: Sunday’s in Ordinary Time. I love that phrase because it reminds us that God is in the ordinary and mundane times and events of life. It is often in such times that God gets through to us and gifts us a sense of Holy Presence. Times when we are not planning, not rushing, not organising; when we are simply getting on with the boring old routines and events of life, are often the most sacred times when we are free to encounter the Divine; or perhaps more correctly, when we are encountered by the Divine. So don’t knock the ordinary, quieter, often mundane phases of life, they can often be the most precious. Roll on the 19 Sunday’s of Trinity! They will be over in a flash.