#102. The day after retreat blues.

I once worked with a woman that took a trip to London. On the day she got back to work, I found her in the hall staring silently out a window looking at the parking lot. I said to her, “London must have been fun, huh?” Quietly she responded, “That feels so long ago.” We Christians tend to feel the same way on the Monday after a church retreat. What happens is that we have this mountain top, come to Jesus, God is awesome, Holy, Holy, Holy moment and we think the rest of our week will feel exactly like this, if not the rest of our lives. But then a mere 24 hours later we find ourselves back in our cubicles. Gone is the acoustic guitar worship songs and the campfires and the reading your bible all day. Back are the meetings and the commitments and the time sheets. So we curl up under our desk, wrap ourselves in magazines and listen to the Counting Crows, “Raining in Baltimore” on repeat. But that might just be me.