Hump Day

“My borderline recklessness is sacrificing my heart, time, and money to serve others. That’s my Monday morning. I got stuff to do, and I’m going after it hard.”

“Hump day! HUMP DAAAYYY!!!!”

“Half way to Friday!”

“Just two more days!”

I’m not sure exactly what kind of fantastic plans my co-workers have for each coming weekend, but they just CANNOT wait to get there. I’m a husband to my stay at home mom wife. My weekends consist of trying to nurture her back to sanity after a week of taking care of two crazy little boys! Along with yardwork, cleaning, church responsibilities, etc.

It seems that the pattern is come to work on Monday pumped and ready to handle some business. By Wednesday that passion has died down and turned into a mere effort to push through until the so coveted Friday. Because Friday has it all! No work. No responsibilities. All the fun. Sunshine. Good food. Good beer. I assume.

Is this not the story of my Christian walk? My first experience with God and the passion I have to be with Him! My desire to tell everyone about how my heart has changed. The change in my heart that has made it so that I want to live my life in a missional way. My borderline recklessness is sacrificing my heart, time, and money to serve others. That’s my Monday morning. I got stuff to do, and I’m going after it hard.

The promise of Heaven. That’s Friday. Being in God’s presence. Walking the streets of gold. Drinking all the Tropical flavor Red Bull and eating all the Ho-Hos I can, because weight gain isn’t a thing. Eternal life. The pinnacle of existence. My reward.

Then there’s the rest of my life. Hump day. Tuesday through Thursday. Just pushing through. Deciding that if I tell people about Jesus they’ll think I’m strange. Avoiding discipleship relationships because I just do not have the time. Not engaging in accountability because I can handle it on my own directly with God. Not spending time in prayer because God already knows my heart. Compromising the values I hold because everything is permissible. Ignoring convictions because I have freedom from everything now. Not participating in fellowship because church is just an institution that collects money. Slowly stripping away every aspect and visible fruit of my walk with Christ, and dragging on until Friday. That’s when it will all be ok.

“And then I will declare to them, “I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness” – Matthew 7:23 ESV

“So because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth” – Revelation 3:16

Jesus has very strong piercing words for me.  I have a question I always like to ask:

“why are you, at the moment of salvation, not shot up to heaven?”

There’s a reason we’re still here. We have a mission. We’re here to worship God. We’re here to love Him. We’re here to love His people. How do you love someone as a follower of Jesus if you never share the secret code to eternity with them? Friends, brothers, and sisters, wanderers, hear me on this. This is not a hump day scenario. Do not crawl, run. Don’t avoid darkness, but shine light. Don’t try to not die, live.

Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:19-20 ESV)