I don’t like the neo-Roman description of the weeks after Epiphany, and then after Pentecost, as “Ordinary Time”. I’m glad St Clement’s (and a growing number of other churches, Roman and Anglican) continue to describe the Sundays of these seasons as Sundays after the Epiphany, or Sundays after Pentecost or Trinity.
No time is ordinary. Every day is precious, and may well be a day of immense importance. It may be the day we meet the person with whom we will share our lives; it may be the day when we do or say something that turns another person to Jesus Christ and his love; it may be a day when we fall into sin, but get the grace and strength to pick ourselves up and say “Sorry”. But it will certainly not be an “ordinary” day.
Even in the liturgical calendar, there is no such thing as an ordinary day. There is a saint to be celebrated every day of the year, though not all are in the universal calendar. The Mass can be offered for some very extraordinary people and situations. Unique people come to Mass or to Evensong.
If I were going to a party and someone said “Have a perfectly ordinary time”, I’d think they were pretty peculiar. When I go to a party I want to have a special time, meeting special people, doing special things, eating and drinking special wine and food. Well, that’s what is supposed to happen at the Mass. Sadly, the “Ordinary Time” people often cast such a gloom that one leaves the church echoing the sharp riposte of a grande dame, who swept out, saying to her hostess: “I’ve had a simply marvellous evening; but this wasn’t it”!