No, I don’t mean the kind of tired where you need to go to bed and sleep for 14 hours (although that does sound great right about now).
I mean tired as in weary in my soul.
I’m tired of Mondays. Honestly, they seem to crop up every week or so. Don’t they ever stop?
I’m tired of how quickly the weekends go by. It really feels like Mooooooonday, Tuuuuuuuesday, Weeeeeeeendnesday, Thuuuuuuursay, FridaySaturdaySunday, Mooooooonday, etc.
I’m tired of coronavirus and COVID-19 and social distancing and self-quarantining and people getting sick and dying who should have no business getting sick and dying.
I’m tired of all the racial strife that never seems to go away and wonder if we’ve learned anything from the teachings of Jesus.
I’m tired of people talking at each other instead of to each other. I’m tired of people who shut their ears, close their eyes, and make pouty faces whenever anyone disagrees with or dissents from their opinions, as if they are being persecuted when ever they are contradicted.
I’m tired of people who keep trying to “improve” on the gospel of Jesus Christ and end up turning it into one of those “other gospels” that the Apostle Paul spoke against because only the true Gospel of Jesus has the power to change and transform.
I’m tired of people who claim Christianity who are known far more for who and what they are against rather than what and Who they are for.
I’m tired of EVERYTHING being political and politicized to death. Whatever happened to common sense and common human decency?
I get tired of waiting, but I never tire of hope. Therefore, I wait with the hope that Jesus will one day make all things right and whole and new again.