Mondays

Mondays.

We’re not sure who said it first but I think we heard it first from dad - “don’t quit on a Monday.”  

Mondays.

We’ve morphed it some to say that most any preacher can be hired on any Monday - you just gotta find the right Monday.  

Mondays. 

It’s 1971 and I can hear Karen Carpenter’s smooth voice “Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.”  

Mondays.

But we’ve come to realize that “Monday’s” can come pretty much any day of the week.

Mondays.

They’re the hurt of a poorly or purposefully places critique. 

Mondays.

They’re the tiring relentlessness of the mundane in a dead congregation.

Mondays.

They’re the eldership who forgets that ministers need encouragement and a listening ear too.

Mondays.

They’re the member who has made you her personal target.

Mondays.

They are the weariness after you’ve preached your heart out on Sunday.  

Mondays.

They're your own feelings of inadequacies for the task.

Mondays.

They're the weariness of having to push everything. 

Mondays.

They’re your own personal struggle against the flesh.

Mondays.

They’re the discouraged spouse.

Mondays.

They’re the rebellious child. 

When I hear people’s Monday story I want to ask, “Really, you’re going to quit over that?” But I have my Mondays too and have learned that little is big if your heart, your faith, your family, your emotion are involved in it. Your Monday may seem like a little straw to some but even if the last straw seems be a little straw, it’s still the last straw.  

Yes, we all have our Mondays and the best advice we can give is one simple, deep, hope-filled, resurrection reminding, God honoring line:

Don’t quit on a Monday, any Monday, because Sunday is coming!