Like most of you, I
don’t particularly like Mondays. The
adrenalin from Sunday is gone. Fatigue
sets in. The weekend is over and I am
staring at another week full of appointments and responsibilities. Often I will spend the day looking back over
the Sunday before and lamenting over the things I thought should have
happened but didn’t, or the things I wish hadn’t happened but did. It is on Monday when Satan is most likely to
attack me with the discouraging thoughts of self-pity. As a matter of fact, I tend to take grumpy to
a new level on Mondays. Years ago we had
our ministry staff meetings on Monday mornings until one of my staff informed
me that we needed to move it to another day because all I said on Monday was
“NO”. We changed it to Wednesday and now
we tend to get a lot more done. Patti
has a word for it: Mondayitis.
Mondayitis is not just a
ministerial ailment. A lot of people can
catch it. As a matter of fact, in 1971
the Carpenter’s told us that “rainy days and Mondays always get me down.” The Mama’s and the Papa’s told us that “Every
other day of the week is fine, but when Monday morning comes you can find me
crying all of the time.” Our culture
has even developed a long list of colloquialisms that refer to the generally
low impression we have for Monday; “today feels like a Monday”, “don’t quit
your job on Monday”, etc. So from the looks of it, Mondayitis can affect us all
if we are not careful.
But there is a cure for
Mondayitis. Saturday morning while at a
men’s breakfast meeting, I heard Jason sing a song that I hadn’t heard in a
very long time. The song meant so much
to me that I couldn’t get it off my mind and even looked it up online to read
the words again in order to enjoy the depth of their meaning. As I read about the song, I discovered
something about it that I did not know, and was reminded again of the cure for
Mondayitis. The song is entitled “The
Love Of God” and was written by Fredrick Lehman in 1917. It goes like this.
The
love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell; (this is the Mondayitis part)
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
It shall forevermore endure –
The saints’ and angels’ song.
Now, here’s the fun
part. I read that years after this song
was written and published, another verse was added to it. The last verse came from an anonymous author
who had spent much of his life in an insane asylum. Shortly before he died, his caregivers
noticed that his sanity had returned to him without any medical or professional
explanation. It was in cleaning out his
room after his burial that they found these words penciled on the wall of his
small room.
Could
we with ink the oceans fill,
And were the skies of parchment
made,Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
And there it is. The cure for Mondayitis. “Oh, love of God, how rich and pure.” If the love of God can calm the insane mind,
it can certainly give me all I need to get through another Monday. And any other day as far as that goes.
Here is Mercy Me’s
rendition of this great song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71ViVKOAQVY
Enjoy. Thanks for reading.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71ViVKOAQVY
Enjoy. Thanks for reading.
Thank you for reminding me of the cure for Mondayitis! Thank you for being faithful to blog each week.
ReplyDeleteI don't know that I have ever heard the song and certainly didn't know the words. Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
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