I woke around 5 this morning realizing Carter had fully given me his cold from last week. Nothing like another joy of parenting. I called off and went to an Urgent Care to get some medicine.
The day after a holiday weekend is never easy, especially returning to the routines of life. We split from our extended families and gradually recover from the coma of ham, filling, and jelly beans.
What happens the day after is just as important. We get the message and, now, what do we do with it?
There’s a point in the Bible where Jesus returns to heaven. Imagine the next conversation. Did they keep looking at the sky, wondering if he’d return? Did they wonder about the next morning, the next week, the next month?
Think of the knowledge they had; the experiences of the past three years, the miracles and conflict, the bloodshed and revival. They had seen things that would change the world.
The Day After is the key to the story. They could have rested or given up, instead they shifted into action.
The story doesn’t stop.
Day Afters are no fun but they are essential. They make us get up in the morning, watch our progress, spend valuable time doing valuable things. They push us forward on our own terms, not ones set for us from outside sources.
We have Day Afters because the story isn’t over. As hard as it is to pull our heads off the pillow, we do it and keep going towards the best ending even if we can’t see all the details yet.