Read Matthew 21:18-22
(adapted from a blog of mine 5 years ago today…)
Holy Monday. That’s what today is called. In some Christian traditions the withering of the fig tree (Matthew 21:18-22) is the focus. Others recall the story of Joseph (from Genesis 37), as it parallels Christ’s story in many ways. Still others read through the entire gospel of Matthew and some of Mark at various hours of the day as part of a three day period of reading through most of the gospels. The Roman Catholic Church sometimes (in our part of the world anyway) offers confession for a big part of the day.
Holy Monday. It almost seems like an oxymoron. For some of us, it’s the one day of the week that doesn’t feel holy. For me it has always been holy, a day off. Today I can’t tell my family I’m too busy for them. Today I can’t tell God I’m too busy doing His work to spend a little alone time with Him. Today I eat a real breakfast and read real books.
That fig tree account always makes me swallow hard and take a deep breath. Am I fruitful enough to escape withering? Am I faithful enough to move mountains? All creaturely holiness begins with the wholesale insufficiency created by these questions. “Woe is me, Lord. I need help.”