A Case of the Mondays

uh-oh-sounds            A week ago, I had a case of the Mondays. Ever been there? You know the days when you wish your coffee would swallow you rather than you swallow it. The kind of day when you seriously contemplate that high octane coffee they sale in truck stops. The kind of day when you wish you owned a bomb shelter with a nothing but a A/C, a bed, and old movies.

            I struggled through the day, trying to find energy to work and willingness to love people, while I really, honestly, just wanted to hide. I wanted to sleep, to avoid, to procrastinate, to numb my brain. Every time I started to pray, I was interrupted. When dinner came, my journal literally said, “Father, I’m tired today” and that was it.

            Then as I drove into the setting sun after work, I listened to the radio and heard those familiar words,

“I lift my eyes to the mountains – where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth” (Ps 121:1-2).

a5cb11434b4d28bb0554a6c6f46c7e70And “the mountains” hit me for the first time. Why is the author looking to the mountains for help? In Israel, the mountains are the place of refuge and hiding. Whenever things get really bad, people would literally hide in caves in the mountains to survive. David did. Elijah did. They’d hide and wait for their enemies and problems to leave.

            The author wants to hide until his problems go away, but he reminds himself that when he wants to run and hide and avoid, the mountains are not his help – his help is in the LORD, the one who made the mountains. I needed that, cause I wanted to hide and avoid too. I wanted to ignore email and phone, hoping problems and responsibilities would evaporate and believing that “doing nothing” would fix my heart, but they don’t. Mindless TV and even a desperate dash to the coast are false-saviors I run to to fix my life – they are my mountains; but on that Monday night, I realized that if I wanted help. If I wanted protection and provision, creative solutions and committed relationships I needed the LORD. I needed to find my rest in Jesus, who is Lord of the Sabbath and giver of rest. I remembered that an old-timer, St. Augustine used to pray, “Our hearts are restless until they find rest in you.”

            So I sat in my car in a parking lot for 15 minutes and just let worship and prayer wash over me, washing away my cares and renewing a right spirit in me. I didn’t really sing or say much, I just put on music that reminded me of God’s goodness and my need, for it is in the beautiful collision of those that I find real, full, meaningful life.

            When you want to hide away from the world, when Monday comes, may you remember Psalm 121:1-2,

“I lift my eyes to the mountains – where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.”

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