Most of us complain about Mondays or the first day back to work after a holiday. I would guess that is the case for one or two reasons: 1) we like time to do what we want to do, even if that is nothing, or 2) we like the extra time we are able to spend with family. I would hope that the second is the most prevalent, but I am not naive enough to completely believe that. (Excuse the cynical mood.)
Today is Wednesday it is just after 8:00 a.m. local time and I have already heard and read statements like: “the week is half over, only three more days until the weekend.” We love our weekends. Country Music artist Steve Azar sang “I don’t have to be me ’til Monday.” We return again to the selfish nature of the weekend.
I admit I too look forward to Wednesdays. Wednesday is the evening when our church family assembles to Bible Classes, prayer, singing, and devotional. Wednesday is the time mid-week when I am reminded that there are others who are living on earth and looking forward to heaven. I look to what we call the weekend for the day that is actually the first day of the week. That was day when Paul and the disciples gathered together to remember the Lord’s sacrifice (Acts 20:7). That is the day our church family gathers for a worship assembly that includes communion (fellowship) around that common table containing representations of my Savior’s sacrifice. I can think of no better way to end one week and begin the next. As a matter of observation, this year the first day of the week was the first day of the year. I began my year in memory of my Savior. I will live this year for Him.
Will you join me this evening? Will you join us this Sunday? Will you join me in focusing our year on our Lord?