I've been thinking a lot lately about keeping, or even finding, Sabbath. Our sermon at church on the first Sunday of Lent was about keeping Sabbath, and how that has kind of becoming a thing of the past. I've thought a lot about why that happens, especially for women. I wrote a really long-winded post about it, going back to my childhood even. But as I was typing I wondered what good might come of it. It seemed like I was griping, complaining, looking for a reason to blame anyone but myself for my lack of finding and keeping Sabbath in my life. I gave up talking about people for lent. I've become negative lately, at least it feels that way to me. I wasn't seeing God in those I interact with. I'm trying to do that as I wait for Easter, and strive to find Sabbath.
"I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone."
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