sunday blues

Does anyone else get the Sunday Blues? Just about every week it happens to me.

You could just about set your watch to it—I come home from church and before I even set my things down it has hit once again. Sometimes it comes on earlier, as early as even Friday afternoon. Those could also be classified under the heading of the Weekend Blues, but that’s for another post.

There isn’t much rhymn or reason for it. It’s as simple as the fact that it is Sunday afternoon and life sucks.

Apparently there is a children’s book on the subject. His troubles are linked to his dread of Monday and the school day which the day brings. I wish my problems could so easily be explained.

A lot of my Sunday sadness is related to church. I have this crazy idea that church really means something and by being in attendance and participating in the communal worship, something is going to happen.

It is coming on close to a year now that we have been going to our current church home. It has taken us a while to get involved, and yet I would say that our involvement is still rather marginal. Its hard to feel connected to a church when average Sunday attendence is over a thousand people. But that isn’t an excuse or reason for my woes.

My worry is that my attendence may not matter, for myself or others. I know that’s not true, but it touches on something very difficult.

What is the point of church if it isn’t tranformational?

And here is the Sunday afternoon rub, faith in church as the light of Christ for the world and the failure of seeing that fulfilled.

I know I’m not the only one, I have heard similar feelings from others. I’m not sure if this is encouraging or not. We feel the need—which is good—but what have any of us done to actually change the reality of our situation?

So there you have sullen Sunday, once again. The memory will fade in a few days, and I will regain hope for the next week.