Monday, November 3, 2014

a day of rest

Once upon a time here in the United States, there was considerable consternation about activities held on the Sabbath. Stores were largely closed in deference to a Christian God and high school sporting events, among others, received sour looks and worse. A day of rest was ... well, a day of rest. And possibly 'holy' into the bargain.

Now, of course, all bets are off and an appreciation of God's ways and strictures has to compete on an equal footing with baseball, football and a 10-percent-off sale.

How important/useful a day -- or just minute -- of rest is.

It doesn't have to be a day and it doesn't need social support. Just the willingness to be still for a little while and stop relying on things that are socially reliable.

1 comment:

  1. I took a four hour nap yesterday. I remember laying there, neck not hurting, not sure if i was awake or asleep, then asking myself, "what do you care?" At the drop of a hat someone can suggest a time of indolence and i'm in. But the Sunday thing was about forcing attendance with public contributions. The odd looks if you didn't add to the plate. And keeping tabs on who wasn't in attendance and what they might be doing instead.