Sometimes it feels like Mondays last longer than just that one day.
There are times I think that Monday doesn’t want to be confined to a 24 hour period and tries to flex and push its way into Tuesday and Wednesday.
And there are the occasions where Monday decides to really beef itself up, pumps some iron, takes some steroids and infects my Thursday and Friday too.
 
By that time, Monday doesn’t have to do anything else to ruin my weekend.
When Saturday and Sunday come around, after a week of Mondays, I’m done.
I have flown the white flag of surrender and given in to the inevitable.
 
This week is just going to suck, no matter what I do.
 
But seeing how it is only Monday now, there is hope. Right?
It is possible that my week doesn’t have to be a cavalcade of disaster.
It could turn out to be a wonderful week of Saturdays, relaxation and enjoyment.
Or is it all wishful thinking?
 
I don’t know, but sometimes I think that my week of bad days is more than just a case of the Mondays.
Sometimes, it really feels like it is just my week to suffer.
Like my lot was chosen and it has fallen to me to be the one person to have a super depressing and emotionally crippling week.
There are times where it even becomes a case of spiritual depression and crippling weakness.
 
Maybe you’ve had them too.
It’s more than just the, “sleeping in and you are going to be late for work” feeling I’m talking about.
 
A spiritual Monday is when you feel like your soul is groggy and slow.
When there isn’t enough caffeine in the Word of God to get you going.
Worship music or time spent in prayer only seems to fuel the feeling of weariness and loneliness.
Where being around your brothers and sisters in Christ isn’t encouraging at all. In fact, being around them only displays where you are falling and failing.
 
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A Monday is bad.
A Monday week is worse.
A Spiritual Monday is horrific.
A Spiritual Monday week is capable of crushing your soul into the dust.
I’ve been having a case of the Spiritual Mondays.
It hasn’t been a constant week of these soul punching days, but fairly steady all the same.
I have seemed quieter than usual.
I don’t have the same cheery smile on my face.
My eyes are more glazed over, seemingly dead than they normally are.
Nothing seems to satisfy or stimulate me quite the same way.
Maybe you know this feeling.
 
I haven’t found a definite answer to what causes Mondays to be so terrible.
Maybe it’s the beginning of the week and people aren’t quite back to their peak operating condition.
Maybe most of us are still sleeping and therefore are prone to make more mistakes.
Maybe it is simply a lack of strong coffee in the morning.
 
The same goes for Spiritual Mondays, I don’t know where they come from.
Sometimes, I think that it is just a case of me believing lies rather than truth.
Other times, I may be mis-believing truths; that I’m holding to a truth that does not actually apply to a certain situation.
I’ve had a person tell me that it is totally spiritual, that the Enemy is merely attacking me and this is the evidence of said attack.
Occasionally someone will tell me that I am being bound in a lifestyle of sin and these are the consequences of my disobedience.
It could be. All of these suggestions register with some level of truth.
 
But that isn’t what I’ve learned.
That is not the insight that hit me like a ton of bricks today.
The cause of my Spiritual Mondays wasn’t revealed.
 
Rather, something beautiful was unveiled about terrible, soul crushing days and weeks that we all suffer from.

Jesus was sitting up on a hill. Nothing too spectacular, just a hill. His twelve disciples were sitting around him, eagerly awaiting to see what truth and wisdom He would bestow upon them. Beyond those twelve, other men and women, their children, Roman soldiers, Jewish leaders all sat and stood equally eager to see what this no one from Galilee would say.

Jesus took a deep breath and began.
“How blessed are the poor in spirit!
    for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs.
“How blessed are those who mourn!
    for they will be comforted.
“How blessed are the meek!
    for they will inherit the Land!
“How blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness!
    for they will be filled.
“How blessed are those who show mercy!
    for they will be shown mercy.
“How blessed are the pure in heart!
    for they will see God.
“How blessed are those who make peace!
    for they will be called sons of God.
“How blessed are those who are persecuted because they pursue righteousness!
    for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs. (Matthew 5:3-10 CBJ)
Jesus keeps going at teaching his disciples and those around him, culminating in what we affectionately call the Sermon on the Mount.
While everything that Jesus had to say was amazing, life changing truth, what caught my attention, what spoke to me about my case of the Spiritual Mondays was in the first two lines.

“How blessed are the poor in spirit!
    for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs.
“How blessed are those who mourn!
    for they will be comforted.

For the longest time, I didn’t understand why in the world Jesus would say these things.
Had He never felt like He was poor in spirit? Crushed by the daily grind? Enslaved by the continual going ons that cannot be stopped?
Did Jesus not understand that when you are feeling poor in your spirit that nothing is yours?
When I’m having a case of the Mondays, spiritual or not, I don’t feel like I have a thing in the world. Not two pennies to rub together. Not a friend in the world. Not a soul to be akin to.

89568-mourningwomaningazajan09What is Jesus talking about?

And why would He say that those that are mourning are blessed?
He seems to be getting this all backwards. It isn’t those that are mourning that are blessed. Everyone else is.
The people that mourn are the people that have lost, the people that are suffering, the people that have just had their day ruined, life spoiled, existence turned upside down.
These people are not blessed, some would describe their misfortune, their reason for mourning as a curse.
What is Jesus talking about?

Later on in the Gospels, Jesus tells one of the religious leaders in Israel that He did not come for the righteous people, but for the unrighteous.

That it is not healthy people that need a doctor, but it is the sick, the hurting, the dying that are in need of a physician (Matthew 9).

Jesus, in His Sermon on the Mount, is telling his disciples, the men and women that had followed him that there is something special, something amazing, something beautiful about being a broken person.

That it is a great advance for you to be sick and in need.

That it is a good thing to be hurt, depressed, or crushed.
That it is a blessed thing for you to be poor in your spirit or to be mourning.

Or in other words,

How blessed are those with a case of the Mondays,

Because they are in a place to be healed, to be changed by God.

The apostle Paul would later write that it is in our weakness, in our failures, in our brokenness that God is able to move in all of His glorious power.

Not that God couldn’t move or do great things before, but there is something special about being in a state where God does something spectacular.

Being poor in spirit, being in mourning, having a case of the Mondays puts you in a unique position where the only medicine that will help you out is God.


Being sick in your soul, feeling the weight of the world pressing in around you, feeling as if you are alone in the universe aligns you into the very field of experience that God is the master of.


When Jesus said, “How blessed are those that are poor in spirit” it was a good thing because Jesus knew that when you are poor in spirit, God is our only help and that means you are in good hands.


When Jesus said, “How blessed are those that are mourning” it was a good thing because it meant that God alone was going to be able to lift you up and give you joy.


When Jesus said, “How blessed are those with a case of the Mondays” it was a good thing because it meant that you were in a place where God could work and change you for your own good.


To have God reach down and touch us, to have God put His mark on our lives in an undeniable way is a very blessed thing.

And there are thousands upon thousands of things that God has done for us that bear His touch.

But there is something unique about being touched, changed by God when you have a case of the Mondays.

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It changes everything.

The feeling of loneliness, not having friends or companions is not eradicated, but an overwhelming feeling of the presence of God washes over your soul in such a rich and cleansing way. The once sting of loneliness is no longer piercing your heart, because you have been touched and changed by a God that is always there.


The feeling of depression, that soul wrenching sadness is not totally gone, but there is a very real sense that this is not what you were created to feel, that there are better days ahead, good things will happen again. The deep cutting sense of depression not longer cuts, because there is a God speaking truth to you, “I have good plans for you, a future that is bright, a life that is rich in joy.”


The feeling that Mondays are filling your week, that bad days is all you have left  may still linger in the background, but the truth rings out in your mind, “Monday is only one day. Tomorrow holds untold blessings and goodness for me.” The strength of Mondays is not so mighty anymore, because there is a God holding your hand saying, “I am with you, no matter what happens today, no matter what happens tomorrow.”


This is what I have learned from having a case of the Mondays, what I have discovered from experiencing a spiritually terrible day that drags on into a week:


Though you may be suffering, though times may be tough, though you may feel beaten and broken, though you may feel hopeless and poor, though you may be mourning, there is a God who loves you.


There is a God that is willing work in your life, to change you, to change the circumstance and situation you find yourself in.

There is a God that wants to fix, to heal, to put back into place all the things that have gone awry.
There is a God that wants to turn your case of the Mondays into a beautiful story of how He loved on you in such amazing ways.

Let me know if this speaks to you.

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Shalom.

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