When I emerged from sleep this morning my first thought was, “No alarm clock. It is the Sabbath. Thank you, Jesus.” Really.
What a blessing to live in a culture influenced by Bible teaching. It is fading as we turn away from the Word but for centuries we have been guaranteed that at least one day a week our employer would not call on us. Even in the slave culture of the American South the day of rest was assumed.
Yes, I am aware of the difference between the Sabbath and the Lord’s Day. Yes, I am aware that most people use them interchangeably. I had a chance to discuss the idea of the Lord’s Day with the kids at school this week. I was discussing the meanings of B.C. and A.D. and trying to give them an understanding of why A.D. is Anno Domini, not After Death. In trying to get at the meaning of “domini” I asked what the Spanish word for Sunday is. Domingo. I asked what it meant. They said “Sunday.” I said no. We finally worked out it meant “Lord’s Day.” That meant we could touch on the resurrection. I digress.
Today I am not responsible to my employer. A change of routine and demands makes it a day of rest. My wife is out of town. That makes it a real day of rest. Tomorrow I will be going to church. I will be celebrating the resurrection in my weekly Easter. That will be a time of renewal but not a day of rest. For today I bask in the physical, cultural and spiritual blessing of the Sabbath.
Salud.
homo unius libri
Bless you.
ReplyDeleteAnd blessings on you, too.
ReplyDeleteGrace and peace.