Day 93
So it’s Monday again. Monday, the most reviled day in the week. Monday, the black sheep of the family of days. Can anything good come out of Monday? Should we outlaw it? Should Tuesday be the new Monday? That, of course, would not solve anything . . . Tuesday would henceforth be the object of our wrath.
Why do we despise this day so much? Is it because it sounds like “mundane”, like the doleful tolling of a bell? Do we really hate work so much? Do we only live for weekends? Does “real life” hold such dread that after a weekend away from routine we cringe at the very thought of it?
1/7th of our lives are Mondays. If you live to be 80, you’ll live over 4000 of them. That’s a lot of days to hate if you do indeed dislike Mondays.
But “This is the day that the Lord has made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalm 118:24). I’m thinking that pretty much includes Mondays.
So, join me as a lover of each day God has gifted us with, including today.
Hmm, maybe I can get t-shirts made up.
Made for Eternity 