Sometimes on Monday I can feel a little weary and unfocused. I should be revved up and ready to go, but my heart and mind don’t want to leave the weekend: worship; fellowship; time with family; opportunity for catch-up, rest, and relaxation. Monday comes and it’s back to the races: work, schedules, appointments, deadlines, agendas. Sometimes it’s just plain hard for me to shift gears to re-engage in what my weekdays bring.
For Peter and the disciples, Monday found them hiding behind closed doors, afraid of the political unrest that followed the crucifixion of their beloved Master and friend. For three years, He had walked with them, teaching them, challenging them, encouraging them, and loving them. Then, suddenly and brutally, it was over. The reality of his absence was shocking and numbing; betrayal and denial were hurtful and cause for deep and humbling introspection. How were they supposed to move forward?