Oh the eternal glow of Sunday, until Monday comes and slaps me square in the face. Chaos ensues before I can grab my coffee and say, “Thank you, Jesus, for a new day.” My head split in two from an incredible headache, Dog mistook my feet for grass, and the skies are stormy. Can’t I just rewind to the peace of Sunday where the day is sunshine and roses, everyone speaks sweetly, and the tops of my feet are not urine soaked?
How on earth do I swim in Sunday’s peace every other day of the week?
It’s here I remember that I am still on this planet trapped in a fallen world trying to live with a Heavenly mindset. There is a wee bit of chaos in trying to go against the grain but go against the grain I must. My happily-ever-after of eternity is riding on me consistently swimming up the stream until the day I die.
“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is–His good, pleasing and perfect will.” Romans 12:2
Am I alone in this? Church is all powerful, and the Holy Spirit breaks open the heavenlies on Sunday. Fast forward twenty-four hours, and hell has waged an all out war in my home. Monday I fall flat on my face. The coop doors were left open Tuesday and gentleness, kindness, humility, and self-control flew far far away. Patience bailed stealing joy and love on the way out the door Wednesday. On Thursday, I’m left holding the bag of “what just happened here? Where did my Sunday go?”
Turning Monday into Sunday
First and foremost, this is not my home! I don’t belong here.
The scene plays out via the movie projector in my mind. The shipwrecks, the plane crashes, and I’m stuck on a foreign planet. Dying to get back home, I set up camp for survival, but it is temporary. While stranded on the desert island of an alien world, I fight to keep my identity. I definitely must not change who I am to become like the natives even though their ways are easy. I am still me and refuse to conform by fighting their soothing ways on a daily basis. It is critical to my survival that I keep my “home” mindset. If I adapt to this alien planet, I’ll lose my chance ever to return home; forever doomed.I am called to be set apart. Click To Tweet
I must keep my mindset of Heaven while living in my makeshift camp on earth to make everyday Sunday special.
Secondly, swimming upstream is imperative.
He found me while I was still a sinner, He saved me from hell, literally, and gave me a fresh start when I truly wasn’t worth the finding.
I call that grace.
It’s the remembrance of that grace that stirs the desire to be a follower of He who saved me, every day of the week. Grace calls me to adopt His mindset, adapt to His ways, and just be like Jesus.Out of gratitude for my soul’s salvation, I want to be like Sunday, not Monday. Click To Tweet
I hear my Father’s reminder, “Just obey already! Do not conform to the evil desires you had before salvation (you remember them don’t you?) You’ve been raised with Me kiddo, set your heart on things above where I am, seated at the right hand of God. Set your mind on things above, not on earthly things. Remember? You died, and your life is now hidden in Me. Run away from the evil desires of youth and chase after righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on Me out of a pure heart. Don’t love this world. Don’t love anything in this world. Just be like Me!” (1 Peter 1:14, Colossians 3:1-3, 2 Timothy 2:22, 1 John 2:15, and Ephesians 5:1 in my words)
And that is how my Monday became Sunday.
I must guard my heart, set my mind on things above, and try to be like Jesus even when the dog pees on my feet.
The stuff of life will happen, guaranteed. Where your mind is focused determines if the sunshine and roses of Sunday take over your week or if you get the urine soaked headaches of Monday.
Set your mind on things above this week just to see what happens!
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.” Galatians 5:22-25
May I swim against the grain all my days. Until I breathe my last breath, let me fight to be set apart. Keep my passion for different in this day and age alive as you draw me deeper and deeper into the center of you. Be at the center of my mind with every reaction to every event within my day. May the fruits of your Spirit be my desire.
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