“Work six days. The seventh day is a Sabbath, a day of total and complete rest, a sacred rest…” Leviticus 23:3
As I child, occasionally I’d spend a weekend with my grandparents. When I was around eight or nine, one weekend my cousin, Susan, came along with me. We had a great time exploring the farm and doing girly things. It was on Sunday morning (the traditional day for Sabbath in our family) that I learned my first lesson about keeping the day holy.
After getting ready for church, I turned on the television and Susand and I did a little jig to music (more than likely a hymn). When Grandma heard our giggling and carrying on, she appeared at the door and commanded, “We do not dance on Sunday!” I don’t remember what we did the rest of the day, but probably played outside to avoid watching a Billy Graham crusade on TV.
Today the line between work and rest is blurry. Our lives are filled with business and busyness. Family members become separated with chores, sporting events, social engagements. It is becoming harder to find an hour to rest, let alone a whole day.
I remember that Grandma did do a little work whenever we visited on a Sunday afternoon. Around 4:00 p.m., she’d say, “I think it’s time for coffee,” and prepare a mini feast of sandwiches, cake or pie, and we’d spend time around the table enjoying the fruits of her Saturday labor.
Lord, help us discern when to stop the dance of life and rest. Amen.