This year, I’ve tried very hard to be intentional about Sabbath. Not just a day off (which is something I’ve also been very intentional about) but the spiritual practice of Sabbath—of resting, of saying enough is enough, of (God forbid) even being bored as a sign of celebration and participation in God’s purposes in this world.
I’m not very good at it, yet. But I am trying. I have discovered that if I do not check my work e-mail for 24 hours, it’s still there the next day! That if I do not sign on to social media, nothing world-shattering happens! That if I do not watch the news for 24 hours, crazy things do happen but they might even be understood better after a day.
Yesterday, I took Sabbath. I’d like to say it was research for Sunday and the new sermon series we’re starting, Sabbath As…, but it was rather because I needed it. Three weeks of camp, especially the big one last week, wiped me out. And with big work being done here, I had a day of full stop. I puttered around the house and cleaned the bathroom. I took care of reporting our non-functioning dishwasher to the apartment complex. I read part of an enormous Martin Van Buren biography. I held a baby as I visited friends. It was a good day.
The intentional act of resting is something we have perhaps lost as a culture. We are told that we need to do more, spend more, see more, be more at all times in all ways, and Scripture, Jesus and God call us to a different design. We’ll start talking about that this Sunday. I look forward to seeing you then.