I thought a lovely way to begin, would be to start with a poem written by my husband, RJ published in the most recent edition of The North American Anglican.
Though "ordinary time" refers to ordinal or counted time, the play on words is thought-provoking in the poem. Unfortunately, I cannot get Blogger to quite display the proper spacing of the last lines of the poem which is frustrating, especially since I'm the one always talking about how form should mirror and shape meaning. But I hope you can still see the Minor Doxology (used in the early church from at least 529 AD) embedded in the last lines. I hope you enjoy it!
Ordinary time, the ordinary, not extraordinary;
green linen and Peter crucified.
We have seen the Father through the Son
and now a Comforter we need
as salve for the ordinary Acts
of the Apostles.
World without end,
it wasn't this way in
and ever shall be,