My son recently got his first calendar. It was an excellent way to explain important and fun dates that are coming up in the future without having a constant “when are we going to grandma’s house?” every 5 seconds. Every night before bed he gets his marker and Xs out another day. It has been really fun.
So, with calendars, did you ever notice that Sunday is the first day of the week? Yeah, I’m sure most of us have, but have you ever really let that sink down into your soul? Sunday is the start of your week.
How do you start? With work or worship?
I’ll admit, while I knew that Sunday was the first day of the week… my week really began on Monday. To me, Sunday was the day of rest that came at the END of a, typically, long and stressful week. I saw church and fellowship as the culmination of all that had transpired the previous week and, to me, it was the capstone.
For me, if I were honest, the week began Monday morning. The alarm would sound (aka, I’d hear my kids outside my door) and I’d look at my phone, “yup… its Monday.” I’d drag myself out of bed thinking, “Here we go… another week… I can do it…” and I go off about my business.
Then, a couple weeks ago something happened. I was in Church, I think it was nearing communion, and it dawned on me… THIS is the start of my week. The first thing I am doing this week is gathering with the body of Christ to celebrate in worship and communion. WOW, that was an eye opener. Since that day, Sunday has been the first day of my week.
What does it matter?
Well, I guess in technicalities, it really doesn’t matter. The apostle Paul tells us that it isn’t important that we honor one day over another. However, for me it was a big deal. For the past several weeks I’ve woken up on Sunday and reminded myself that the start of my week belongs to the Lord. My first act will not be to worry about web projects or term papers… my first action will be to gather with the saints and worship our King. I will declare that the first fruits of my week are holy to the Lord.
Now, I’m not saying that my weeks have been magically different since I’ve flipped this mental switch. However, I will say that throughout the week I, for some reason, keep reminding myself that I started my week on Sunday and have found a very interesting bit of peace in that thought.
So, what about you? You ever thought much about this or am I just slow?