Several years ago as I was entering church one Sunday morning, one of our young fellows who has a developmental disorder, looked at me and said quietly, “My favorite day of the week is Sunday.”  I smiled at him and said, “Mine, too”.  And beyond that, I have to say that my favorite Sunday of the whole year is Easter – Resurrection Day!

In August, 2007, I took a long trip to Sebis – a twelve-hour trip northeast of Brasov in Romania.  The purpose was to see the work of Dan Hurrelbrink, an American born fellow, and his wife, Maria, a Romanian.  At the time, they had three daughters – and had built their own orphanage.  Dan had taught me so much from an American’s point of view on how to live in the very foreign culture of Romania.  When I first went to Romania, I was blessed to stay in his flat in Brasov with his secretary while he was in Sebis and the States much of the time seeing to this ‘dream’ God had for him – an orphanage.  I will forever be indebted to Dan for teaching me so much.  I consider him to be a dear friend.  He is a man of purpose with a heart to serve the Lord.

Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.’  –  Psalm 51.7

 Every time I hear the words from the familiar old holiday song, ‘Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow’ – I have to tell you that those are not my sentiments at all!  In my mind I am saying, ‘No!  No!  No!’  Even though I grew up in Down East Maine where it was not uncommon for it to snow every day in the winter – where we had to put ‘flags’ on our car antennas  so that other vehicles could see us approaching intersections – where snow plows plowed around the clock – and where the snow mounted up over one’s door making it necessary to find Plan B to get out of the house, I just never got used to – nor did I ever gain a fondness for snow.

I used to have an oblong sign hanging down from the knob on my back door that read, “I don’t do Mondays”.  I meant it.  I don’t know if it was because of a psychological reason, or if perhaps I expended more energy on the weekends being involved in music on Sundays at my church and the occasional concerts, but Monday was not my best day.  I operated at half-steam.  Actually, I used to feel a bit sorry for my Monday students – that I just wasn’t giving them my best.  Tuesday, I was in high-gear, but on Mondays we did calmer things – perhaps like listening to a movement from a particular concerto, and then doing a writing assignment on it.