Monday, February 7, 2011

Monday morning ...

... the epitome of what it means to be a faithful disciple.
On Sunday morning, it's easy to say we follow Christ. We dip our fingers in holy water, genuflect by our pew and sing songs of praise with a congregation.
But on Monday, we drive to work alone. We're sleepy and a little grumpy. We bregrudgingly hold our eyes open on the way to the office and order our grande lattes at Starbucks with a scratchy voice.
This morning when I woke up, I was tempted to put on my "Monday mood." But when I set my mind on Christ first, that changed everything. I jumped out of bed, resolved to leave early for morning Mass. I couldn't do that on my own! When we're open to it, God's grace can transform our ordinary day into something extraordinary and joyful.
I still went to Starbucks, because my body still wants to be in bed, but my heart was singing! The sky was filling with light and a praise song played on my radio. I knew that with the Lord's help, I could conquer all the piles of work at my desk!
Sunday mornings do matter ... but I know that the Mondays of our life are what prove where our hearts truly lie.

1 comment:

  1. Amen. Without following Christ on Monday mornings, we've missed the boat on Sunday.