Maybe I’m an oddball, but today’s the Monday after Easter, and I’m a little depressed. Okay, maybe depressed is too clinical, but I feel like somebody let the air out of my tires, spiritually-speaking. Not that Easter Sunday wasn’t good — it was. We had a good crowd, right at 100, which for us is good, and great music. The sermon-thing went well, at least that’s what folks said, so I felt good about that yesterday.
But today, I’m tired. Not the kind of tired like digging-in-the-garden tired, which is an “I’ve accomplished something tired.” Just tired. Let down, you might say. I don’t know why, but there it is.
So today I’m taking it easy. I’m reading some stuff I’ve put off, and doing a little writing. I have found that there is a rhythm to my ministry, and I try to listen to that rhythm and get in sync with it now. Years ago I would just push through “low” points, but now I’ve learned to live in the lows as well as the highs of ministry. I figure if God made the tides, the flow of night-and-day, and the seasons of the year, there must be something to a rhythm of life. I’d be interested to know if any of you have similar experiences. Let me know as soon as you get up from your nap today.