Ever since I graduated Bible College and started pastoring back in 1970, I’ve never had the traditional weekend that much of the workforce seems to long for from Monday to Friday. You see, Sunday isn’t a day off for me, rather it is the high point of my week, the climax towards which all the effort of the previous days is focused.

And then my weekend is Monday. So what do I do with a Monday weekend? Well, this was today -

6.40am    Gym

9.05am    Home

9.45am    Weight Watchers meeting with Gill

11.15am   Food shopping with Gill

12.30pm   Lunch

1.00pm     Weight Watchers paperwork

1.30pm     Checked emails, etc.

3.00pm    Took Gill to podiatrist

4.00pm    Went to Charlotte’s

4.40pm    Got killed by an eight year old at Monopoly

6.00pm    Dinner at Charlotte’s – salad pizza

7.00pm    Home for the evening

Riveting stuff, eh? Just a quiet day, doing whatever we wanted, which I think is what God intended for all of us ever since the world was six days old.