Today the Church returns us to Ordinary Time, and I must confess, it is something of a relief after all the glitter and brilliance of Christmas. I like the spareness of monastic worship: much of our singing is unaccompanied, the oratory in which we pray is very plain, and green is one of those colours that comes in an infinite variety of subtle tones and shades. Into this plain, green, sober world, the feasts and memorias of the Church burst like silver stars, all the more glorious for the contrast. It won’t be long before Lent is here and then the great feasts of Easter and Pentecost.
Make the most of this little interlude of Ordinary. We can’t always be feasting on the heights; most of our life must be lived on the plains, and this is a chance to learn how.