Mundane Monday
In that day there will be inscribed on the bells of the horses, “Holy to the Lord.” And the cooking pots in the Lord’s house will be like the bowls before the altar. Every cooking pot in Jerusalem and in Judah will be holy to the Lord of Hosts. Zechariah 14: 20, 21 NASB
Monday’s shadows had greeted me at dawn, the letdown of the mundane after the celebrations, and the preparation, push, and entertainment of the weekend. I was plagued with weariness as I cleared breakfast, and I put our fine china away. And my grandsons seemed to be overcome by the same. The younger child had tripped several times, and the older one had accidentally knocked his trail mix, peanuts, M&M’s, and raisins off the table three times. His gaze had blurred with fatigue while we picked up the castaways and dumped them in the trash. However, I was determined that he would have a snack; and so, we refilled his bowl.
When the forlorn fellow went to add more raisins, and he knocked over the entire box, our eyes locked. Grace won. No words were necessary! In a split second, he awakened with a belly laugh that I hadn’t yet heard that morn. The rattled raisins lifted our countenances. And the mundane became the crescendo!
These are the moments that matter, when we sit cross-legged on the floor and clean the mess. Together! All becomes treasured, the fatigue from our gathering and separating, tipped bowls that clang and clatter, scattered morsels, locked-eyes, smiles, and hands that work in harmony.
Grace permeates our day. . . the start. . . middle. . . and end; but, even more so, our being.
When the Lord returns and reigns on earth, there will be no distinction between holy and secular. Everything will be set apart for the service of the Lord. Everything. Distinguished. Clean. Perfect. Worthy. Purposeful. Even the cooking pots and pans, kitchen utensils, and linens will be sacred.
However, let’s begin now. We can light candles and set out our good dishes and silver for the simple meal, whether we have company or not. The ordinary connection is the festive one; the mundane matters. Besides, each day is an opportunity for sacrifice, an offering of tender devotion and worship of our God.
The Lord sees our gatherings, the collective stories, shared jokes, and hidden undercurrents. He also recalls our loss and suffering, and He is not indifferent. His merciful love heals, restores, and redeems. We are the “apple of His eye,” the most delicate, vulnerable, and useful part. Wanted. Essential. Protected. Therefore, when others harm us, or we harm them, it’s like we’ve damaged the pupil of His eye. He is pained by the infraction. And He will not remain silent.
Take courage. Awaken. Arise.
Do not despise Monday, the day of humble beginnings.
Lily Mae
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