That’s Good, Do it Again by Erin Lane

It happens almost every Sunday night. I get a little tickle in my stomach thinking about the week ahead. And all I want to do is call my mom and whine, “Do I have to?” It’s about to be Monday.

The crazy thing is I love my work. But there’s something about what I’ve been calling “the infinite abyss of adulthood” that gets me all turned in on myself every time the week starts anew, the day comes up for air, and the next project begins. I wasn’t until I read Kathleen Norris’s The Cloister Walk that I realized there was a word for my spiritual malaise. It’s what the church fathers and mothers referred to as acedia, a sort of listlessness of the spirit. Norris also attributes this feeling of time’s expanse to our  ”noonday demons.” The sun is high and a warm meal, glass of wine, and good night’s spoon is far off. The road of perseverance appears long and boring and repetitive under the deadpan heat.

I recently heard a prominent theologian suggest that such repetition actually brings God delight. Richard Mouw, President of Fuller Theological Seminary, gave the opening lectures at Duke’s Pastor’s School last Monday. His first speech was relatively early in the morning; my eyes were still chapped from the airplane I had de-boarded at midnight. Still, his grandfatherly tone was enough to quell any Monday heebie-jeebies.

He began by talking about God’s delight in creation when s/he said at the beginning of time that it was good, we were good. Delight seemed a soft word that proved hard for any adult in the audience to take seriously. But watch a child, Mouw said. They know something of God’s delight. He told the story of his grandson who loves to see his old ‘pa make funny faces. He obliges and the little boy claps and spits with glee. “Do it again!” he screams. The face becomes contorted once more, with a little more effort this time, a little more show. The clapping is now accompanied by uproariously laughter and the command to “Do it again!” Grandfather eventually tires of the game and tries to divert his grandson’s attention to something (or someone) else. But he is delighted, and unquenchably so.

This, Mouw suggested, is something of the delight God takes in us, in our waking, our breakfast-making, our laboring, our playing, and evening-praying. S/he says, “That’s good. Do it again.”

Rise up to meet the day. That’s good. Do it again.

Empty the dishwasher even if it’s his job. That’s good. Do it again.

Forgive that friend who keeps wronging with you with missed appointments and eerie silences. That’s good. Do it again.

Forgive yourself for being too sensitive, too talkative, too reserved, too pushy, too much. That’s good. Do it again.

Put down the paper (and your bacon jam) and go to church on Sunday morning. That’s good. Do it again.

Point out the language in the liturgy that oppresses, excludes, and obscures. That’s good. Do it again.

Buy someone a meal or a drink or a bus ticket. That’s good. Do it again.

Open your mouth to pray even if words don’t come out and words don’t come in. That’s good. Do it again.

Go to work. Share your work. Rest from work. That’s good. Do it again.

One of my favorite quotes on writing comes from feminist Gloria Steinem who says, “I do not like to write. I like to have written.” It’s the same for Mondays, for life. I do not like to persevere. But I sure do like the delight, my delight and God’s too, I suppose, of having persevered straight through noon and into the softness of dusk.

Erin Lane is a freelance communication strategist for faith-based authors and organizations. She received her Masters in Theological Studies from Duke Divinity School with a focus in gender, ministry, and theology. Confirmed Catholic, raised Charismatic, and married to a Methodist, she blogs about the intersection of her faith and feminism at She is also co-editing an upcoming anthology on the taboos experienced by young American Christian women. She lives in Durham, NC.

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4 replies

  1. I really love this post, especially because I am just beginning to experience this sense of repetitive and boundless joy with my three month old daughter. Thanks for this reminder.


  2. I like this. A lot of times when I’m doing chores I categorize them as “futile” because they are never truly done but on occasion (trying to do more so these days) I express a gratitude about even being able to do them! Having a home to clean, having laundry to wash, having a yard to mow, having pets to clean up after. I always say when there isn’t anything to do, then life must be over!


  3. Repetition per se is not to be desired…not even the Carthusians, mentioned by Norris in her Cloister Walk, loves repetitions. What is meant, I think, is the need to be able to see God in the routine of daily life. But one has to be extremely careful that one does not start living within routines and rituals since these latter have a way of bogging us down within the certainties of the known. Spirituality, on the other hand is being uncertain. Acedia, again is something that is very specific: it has been applied in two instances — for the great Catholic mystics, starting most probably with St. Augustine of Hippo and then recently to Blessed Teresa of Kolkata and in the second instance it has been specifically applied to the British Romantic poets. I would say what the author is going through is the plain and simple Monday blues…or a very mild form of non-pathological depression which we all have.


  4. I enjoyed your post and the reminder to find joy in the small things in life (even our frustrations). I especially enjoyed “Point out the language in the liturgy that oppresses, excludes, and obscures.” We all need to do that everyday even if it feels futile. And I would add to the line “Empty the dishwasher even if it’s his job,” that perhaps you also need to talk to him about it if it keeps happening. You don’t have to yell at him about it, but a gentle nudge is necessary and in line with the “language that oppresses, etc.”


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