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3:00 AM Marginalia: Monday Is Already Here | Theology of Everyday Life

3:00 AM Marginalia: Monday Is Already Here | Theology of Everyday Life

3:00 AM Marginalia: Monday Is Already Here

The calendar says Sabbath. The body says Monday.

Eternal First Words | April 2026

Phone screen glowing 3:00 a.m., calendar showing Sunday crossed into Monday

It’s 3:00 a.m. Monday morning.

I’m supposed to let the Sabbath be the Sabbath.
Each day is not promised. Live like it could be the last.
But that’s not how life lines up.
You have to plan. Prepare for tomorrow.

So yes, my calendar says Sabbath. Rest.
But tomorrow is Monday. Work week. The beginning of the beginning of the week.
Too early to brew coffee. Too late to give Sunday its due.

I stare at the phone calendar.
Monday is first.
No—Sunday is first.
No—Sunday is the Eighth Day.

All these days require something different from me.
I know Sunday is Resurrection Day. Eighth Day. A day I’m supposed to know about.
Barely talked about.
But the grind says work begins tomorrow.
Eighth Day. Sunday. Monday. 1-2-3.

Should I be happy?
Time was created for me.

That’s enough for now.
Insomnia remains.
My thumb should be resting. Renewing.
My mind is already at the desk.

How do I let Sunday be Sunday
when Monday is already here?

This 3 a.m. collision between Sunday rest and Monday grind echoes a deeper war over time. Read the fuller reflection: In the Beginning, There Was Monday: On the Secular Erasure of the Eighth Day

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