Today is the last Sunday in Ordinary Time. I’ve felt a tug toward Advent for weeks and yet there is wisdom in remaining in this season we call ordinary.
This morning I read familiar words in the psalms: Be still and know.
We quiet ourselves and rest in assurance. We remember seasons in which we felt held and others in which the heavens seemed silent—and we were held nonetheless.
We resist the urge to move too soon into the season of waiting. We grow silent and still in the sweet presence.