That’s right, today is Wednesday, but believe it or not millions of people have a “Monday phobia”. It’s brought on by many reasons. Difficult to cover all those reasons since I really don’t know them all, but I do know that people dread waking up, getting up and/or going to their workplace on MONDAYS!! It’s a drag and many people would rather have the hangover they had the prior week-end than to have to face the reality of the week or the so-called “rat race”.
Many people just hate to work. Me, on the other hand, I love to work. I’ve even worked for a company for free. Yes, you heard it right.. I asked to intern. I wanted to learn more and I showed up 3 to 4 days a week, working approximately 20 hours a week. But, that’s another story.
I just don’t understand, for the most part, why so many people don’t enjoy their jobs or better yet, any job. Seems like having too much idle time would get mundane after a week or so. Or, at least it does for me. But that’s another story. So back to Wednesday. It’s HUMP DAY. You know, that day you have been waiting for, that shouts that the week-end is so near. Not really sure why the week-end is supposed to be so much better than Monday through Friday, but for many people it’s the time they can mentally check out, party with their friends, lay on the couch and watch television, recover from the hang-over headache, kids sports, just dedicated time with family and for all the other activities there is Mastercard. So while I do understand that the week-ends or our days off from work, play a significant importance in our life and thus creating memories, I believe that our society misses the importance that work plays in the fabric of our beings and who we are. Even when one enjoys their career I still can’t help but notice they regularly anticipate those two days they don’t have to be employed.
You may be wondering what has caused the bee in my bonnet. Well that bee has been there many years. Back to the reason at hand. My good friend, Lisa Crouse, was laid to rest yesterday, May 12, 2015 less than one month after her 50th birthday. She and I are the same age and met through mutual friends in 2004. Although she lived in Gulf Shores, Alabama and I live in east of Birmingham, Alabama, we were able to meet up a couple of times when I was in her area and they visited Birmingham on a regular basis as part of the Jeremiah Castille Foundation as ministry partners. Lisa had a beautiful spirit, a dedicated and wonderful husband, Drew Crouse, and two talented and beautiful grown daughters. She gave so much and I am blessed to have not only have known her, but more than that, we were friends. I can’t help but to believe that she would love and cherish another Monday here among us, with her husband, her children, church friends, and at the very least, just to get to do a job. Monday’s would mean the world to Lisa, Drew and their family and friends. Wow! All the plans they would be making for a wonderful Monday. They would not be dreading Monday’s. In fact, their last week-end was her spent in the hospital, fighting for her life.
If there is one thing I could encourage you to do is love life, love people and love each day of the week. Each day is a gift, given to us by our heavenly Father. Think of each day of the week as a “The Parable of the Talents” in Matthew 25. Although that was speaking of money, let’s equate it to days of the week. Each one of us have been blessed with so many years, weeks and days in our life. Some have been blessed with years, some with weeks and some with days, while many only receive hours or seconds. Regardless, it’s what we do with it that matters.
Lisa blessed others. She was given 50 years, 9 days, 4 hours and 55 minutes. During that time, she loved God, her husband, her children and her family and friends. I will be forever affected with her infectious laugh and smile. Remember, that when you aren’t looking forward to next week there is an alternative escape route, but for most people, you would not choose it. Love life, love God! Find a way to be re-energized. The reality of it is your perspective regarding life. When you minutes are over and your funeral is finished, what will the Master say to you. “Well done?” or “Depart from me”?