This particular morning, as I eased my husband’s truck down the road, I witnessed the early morning sky lit only by the Super Blue Blood Moon hanging low in the horizon. The trip to Atlanta was to be a simple one: take two ultrasound units and place them on a shipment container filled with collected donations headed to Ghana for a springtime delivery.
The holiday (or holy day) seasons are winding down now and we are reaching what the Church calls “Tempus Per Annum,” or time throughout the year. We know it as Ordinary Time and our present iteration of it goes from after Christmas to just before Lent. It is good, however, not to make the mistake of equating Ordinary Time with the mundane, the eventless or the boring.