To me Ordinary Time is getting back to the everyday and delightful work of prayer and service that makes up our beautiful Christian lives. It means hot Texas afternoons, coming into the cool, quiet church, feeling relieved as the sweat evaporates from my face and back and peace surrounds me.
“Hi Jesus. hi. Help me pay attention at mass this time.” I can’t help but smile to myself, or really, at him, in his sweet presence there.
His presence is also right here with us, in us.
Ordinary Time beckons
with the promise of quiet inner space
to be with Jesus in the center of my heart,
I in the center of his,
drawing from the source of all life.
St. Teresa wrote about how the companionship of the Lord is magnified when we are prayerfully solitary, our awareness of him not in the least disturbing our perfect solitude.
“Contemplation is nothing more than making time to be alone with the one who we know loves us.”
Instructing us in how to go about practicing inner prayer, she writes, “And now that you are alone, daughter, make the Sign of the Cross.”
In this way you acknowledge that you are in the presence of God, with the intention of spending time alone with him.
You will notice this kind of quiet and solitude are more full than empty, and that the fullness is nourishing, often joyful. Again, it makes me smile. “Hi Jesus, hi.”
If you have trouble with your focus when you are alone, if stillness causes you anxiety, or of you have many worries that disturb your peace, here are a few things to try.
It helps me to listen to the sounds around me. If you are blessed with a silent house or a quiet chapel, these sounds will be small. Mentally note them, starting with the farthest away. Maybe a dog barks from a neighbor’s yard down the street. Someone is mowing in the distance, a car drives by. Now bring your awareness closer. Maybe you hear birds singing, children playing next door, wind in the trees outside your window, a sprinkler perhaps. How about sounds in your house or wherever you are right now? A clock ticking, a washing machine swishing, the refrigerator humming, the dog drinking its water in the kitchen;
listen.
What sounds are in your room? The ceiling fan, the air coming on… your own breathing.
Speaking of breathing, take a few deep breaths; in through your nose, out through your mouth.
Put all your worries in a little pile; Milagros to leave here in his lap while you pray. He will take care of you.
And now that you are alone, daughter, son, love of God’s life, make the Sign of the Cross.
Ah, there he is now.
Smile.
See him smile back.
Send some time with this, with him.
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