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.