Confession: I’ve never been drunk. Even so I have had hangovers. Like when I don’t do the dishes after dinner and I wake up in the morning to a counter full of dirty dishes. I call that a dishes hangover. I feel lousy and the task of cleaning them seems overwhelming.
I’ve had lots of other housecleaning hangovers of various sorts over the years.
This morning I awoke with a Downton Abbey hangover. I got sucked in last night thinking it would only be one hour. Two hours later I crawled into bed. I woke up this morning groggy and cranky, feeling like I would never be able to catch up during the day. Even now my thoughts are still a bit foggy.
In preparing for this post I decided to look up the word hangover. It has another meaning besides the one we all know of too much alcoholic indulgence the night before. I found the second definition interesting.
www.merriam-webster.com says: something (as a surviving custom) that remains from what is past. Google defines it as: a thing that has survived from the past. www.thefreedictionary.com (Collins English Dictionary) describes it as: a person or thing left over from or influenced by a past age.
Am I a hangover? Are you? Aren’t we all influenced by a past age?
True, sometimes I feel like I’m left over from a past age of less technology. But what about in the spiritual realm?
I think my faith could be a hangover. It has definitely survived from my past, has made it over many seemingly impossible hurdles, and even currently my faith is being influenced by a past age as I read of Moses and the Israelites in the wilderness.
What about you, can your faith be classified as a hangover? Or has it passed by the wayside in an effort to move forward?
I don’t know about you, but I am happy for the hangover of my faith.