Monday mornings almost invariably start with “How was your weekend” questions at work. And I can’t help but dislike that.
For me there is no point in talking about the logistics of life. What I do, where I go. I’m not defined by that.
Yet most people define themselves and their level of happiness by what they do or don’t do, and with whom, on the weekend.
Monday mornings are a sad reminder of the world we live in and of how people call the mechanics of this world life.
Life, for me, is God – regardless of what I do or don’t do.
Life, for me, is following Jesus and trying to treat others as if I were him – relying entirely on God’s grace.
Life, for me, is love. And if there is no love in a busy, self-indulgent weekend, then there’s no life.
Life, for me, is not this life – it is the eternal life that I have, but don’t yet see.
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. — 2 Corinthians 4:18