Monday Mornings
There's nothing inherently beautiful about this morning. Actually, it's almost the opposite. I can see cold skies from my window with telephone wires cutting the gray expanse into neat pieces. I can hear the muffled tones of siblings plodding through their morning routines. It's not a quiet morning. It's definitely not a peaceful morning.
But all the same, I love it. Charlotte Brontë once described her book (Shirley) as, "Real, cool, and solid... as unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with the consciousness that they must rise and betake themselves."
I love her description. And I love Monday mornings.
Because even if they are unromantic, there's a beauty to these Monday mornings that rivals the glory and warmth of other days. It's the beauty of the mundane. Sometimes, everyday life isn't exciting, it isn't like movies with stunning effects and breath-taking plots. Sometimes, everyday life is just like Monday mornings. Real, cool, and solid. And there's something comforting about the mundane, it is something always within our grasp, always near us.
And then, as we really come to appreciate the mundane, I think it changes, or at least, our perspective changes. And we come to see that the mundane is not just the mundane, it's sanctified. No longer do we "just" live on earth, we live on the world that our God walked upon. The Fall has been reversed by the Risen One, the mundane is sanctified, and we live in the light of that glory. And that is the beauty of the mundane - the everyday seen in the light of eternity.
Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty too.
Come then; leap upon these mountains, skip upon these hills and heights of earth. The road to Heaven does not run from the world, but through it.
