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I Love Mondays

Mondays are notorious for being bad days. Not for me, mind you. Having a flexible schedule, I take Mondays off. Mondays are in my top 10 for favorite days of the week. I sit at home and catch up on ignored tasks from the previous 6 days. Sometimes I scroll through Facebook and laugh at everyone who is dealing with Monday head on.

I think people who talk about a 3-day weekend have it wrong. They always argue that we should work Monday through Thursday and then take Friday through Sunday off. That doesn't make any sense. People don't complain about Fridays. Let the world take Mondays off and watch as the world crisis just handle themselves.

Yesterday I was at home (because it was Monday) and my 4-year old suddenly asked (around 10:30) if she was going anywhere. When I told her no, she asked if she was sick. Apparently she's already learned that we have to have a reason to get a day off from the normal crazy schedule. And how is it that crazy schedules have become normal?

It seems to me that we who follow Christ should able to model this better for a watching world. After all, Jesus said, "For my yoke is easy and my burden is light" Matthew 11:30. God's grace should be enough for us to lighten our own loads.

I suppose this will mean reviewing the whole day-of-rest deal God gave us from the beginning. Instead of making this another legalistic way in which we criticize one another, perhaps we should take the day and hold on to it like we're getting away with something. Because we are.

Most of us live our lives so that we cry out like David in Psalm 22:2, "My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest." Granted, David probably had other issues he was considering at the moment, but you can pretty much throw a rock at an open Bible and hit a Psalm where David is flying high after spending some time with God.

Like this one: "Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me" Psalm 51:12. Maybe you cannot get it on Mondays but find a time to stop, check out of the merry-go-round we call life, and find some rest. It will do your soul good.

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