It’s Wednesday. I smile as I write this because it’s obvious. But I found a new way of looking at this day.
The mid-week is special. It’s The Great Pause, like those humps on some streets in villages that force vehicle owners to slow down.
Wednesday—borrowing its name from Woden or Odin, Nordic god of wisdom, magic and victory—is in the middle of human activity. It forces us to take a pause, and to take stock of what we have accomplished and how we will chart the coming days.
For some people, it’s nothing profound or philosophical. Wednesday in 2020 B.C. (before Covid) was used as Wash Day when wage earners laundered their office uniforms. Did some of them see the bubbles as symbols of their dreams? Bubbles do glisten with rainbow colors, but pop away when it loses water.
Maybe feed your dreams with the water of hope.
Hope is in Wednesday. In B.C. days, Christian churches held fellowships, called mid-week service, to enlighten the mind and feed the soul of members who may have been languishing from problems, fears and pains. The mid-week pause helped restore the vitality of church members to see them through the rest of the week.
Any form of spiritual pause can actually revive the soul: group praying, saying the rosary, meditating. From my experience, when urgent bills, low finances, an ailing husband, and my own health to watch threatened to unhinge me, singing praise songs and crying out to God put me in the right perspective again: Earth is but my stop-over.
The burdens of daily living will bend our backs. But we can’t be all just about earning money, eating and earning some more. Truly we need a fragrant pause, hyacinths for the soul. And that we can do on all Wednesdays.