The [Deceptive] Savior of Fridays
Today is Friday.
Friday means the week is over. Friday means the weekend is here. Friday means no more work for two days. Friday means our time to rest is here. Friday means no more of Susan’s complaining from the adjacent cubicle for 60 or so hours. No more of Frank’s unreasonable demands for the next 2 days. In the world of our busyness, Friday stands tall and offers us something it seems no one else can.
Work is terribly hard at times, whether that’s in an office with employees making mistakes or at the house with 3 small children running around coloring on the carpet. If you’re a mother, be encouraged by the words of the late Adrian Rogers who said,
“The term “working mother” is true whether she’s outside the home or inside the home. If she’s a mama, she’s working.”
No matter our weekly routines, Friday is our escape. It proves to be a portal into another world. Sadly, a world we believe, more often than not, to only get 2 days a week.
For quite some time, after our A/C unit would shut off at our apartment there would be this incessant dripping coming from the unit. It sounded like a mid-April shower. Several times a day. Everyday. We didn’t know what it was, just assumed, and rather hoped, that it was normal. But after friends explained that their units did no such thing and after opening the closet to see the unit myself, I noticed that something most definitely was wrong. I am not an HVAC professional, but I do know that water should not be coming out of the unit and dripping on the floor and soaking the wall.
I called maintenance.
The very nice men came in. Did their thing. And I’ll never forget what happened. One of the men took off the filter, reached his hand towards the back of that unit, and said,
It’s really clogged up.
After that, what can only be described as a stage 4 white-water rapid violently poured through our pipes, releasing months of backed-up water. I am positive the little mouse from Dreamworks’ Flushed Away would have had a lively time on those waters. The man left and let me know he’d be bringing up a new filter because the one I had, the one that was in our unit, appeared as if it had collected all the soot from every chimney Santa’s climbed down since 1973. It was black. Not even Ant-Man at the sub-atomic level could get through that filter. It was a visual representation of the word, “blocked.”
That night in bed we noticed something extremely bizarre. When the A/C cut on, there was no mistaking it. A gail-force wind began to blow from our ceiling vents. This was new. We had never experienced this much air flow. We had to raise our voices it was so powerful. We realized,
So this is what a normal vent is supposed to do.
Make The Call
What happened with the air filter is a beautiful picture of what happens to you and me every week. Our schedules get bombarded with sick children, basketball practice, dance class, tutoring, exams, counseling, studying, work appointments, cooking dinner, cleaning the house, meetings, class projects, church, and a whole list of other things that haven’t been mentioned. We get blocked up. We get to where we can’t take
I love David’s prayerful plea in Psalm 51. It’s a prayer of great confession and contrition. He’s broken over his sin. He’s asking for change. He’s pleading for mercy. And in his sin, in his repentance, he prays these words
“Create in me a clean heart, O God,
and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from your presence,
and take not your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
and uphold me with a willing spirit.” (vv. 10-12)
David called maintenance. He knew he needed to get the healthy flow of the Spirit back into his life. Sin blocks. Sin builds up. Sin hardens. And sometimes, when we think about David’s prayer here in Psalm 51, we think a prayer like this is only needed when a sin similar to David’s happens in our lives. But that’s not the case at all. Just like my air filter, build up of sin and hardening of our hearts happens over time, not just in one big swoop.
If we aren’t careful, this is what happens to us in the middle of our hectic schedules.
We view Friday as a better Savior from our schedules and work, and not the Spirit of Christ.
Waiting for Friday becomes to us a better maintenance call than pleading on our knees before the Father. Without even knowing it, sin builds up because we haven’t been taking notice. We’ve been busy. We think how we’re acting is just normal. We think this is just the way we process things. This is our “normal” of dealing with our schedules.
Notice David’s request in verse 12:
Restore to me the joy of your salvation.
What a prayer. What a request. Bring joy back into my life. Lord, replace my filter so that your Spirit rushes through me like a fresh wind. Give me joy. Remove my sinful thoughts about work. Clean out my sinful attitude towards everything on my to-do list. Bring the fresh and powerful Spirit of God into my soul every minute, every day, in every task. Replace me with you. Unlike our HVAC units, we need this more than once a month or once a quarter or in my case, once a year. We need this prayer daily. We need this moment by moment. When it’s Monday, we need it on Monday. We can’t wait until Friday. Let’s trust the Scripture that Christ and his saving Spirit can bring us more joy and rest and peace than any day of the week can.
Make the call to Him.
Let him clean your heart. Let him bring the joy of Christ back in your daily life in such a powerful way. Let him clean that filter. Let him destroy the blockage.
Then experience the Spirit’s gracious flow.