Day Of Rest
Friday night we went to see my son perform at the musical Crazy For You. He played seven performances from Wednesday through Saturday on an upright bass. His playing time was likely in the range of an hour or more for each performance. I bet his back and fingers are quite sore.
The performance was excellent. And my son’s solo on Slap That Bass was outstanding.
I was in session all day Saturday and spent most of the evening working on dubs and backups. And Sunday was jammed all day and most of the evening. Three worship services and stints on electric guitar and acoustic guitar.
And now, back to another action-packed week.
I was doing some reading on the sabbath and its application to Christianity. I am definitely not aligned with this principle. With all my busy-ness, perhaps I should be.
From Christianity Today:
The Exodus commandment to remember the Sabbath day is grounded in the story of Creation. The human pattern of six days of work and one of rest follows God’s pattern as Creator; God’s people are to rest on one day because God did. In both work and rest, human beings are in the image of God. At the same time, they are not God but God’s creatures, who must honor God by obeying this commandment.
I have an interesting question to propose: What constitutes rest? Does it mean that we are to truly sit and relax, or is it hanging out in the garden, or is it as simple as not working.
Few people these days work on Sunday in a traditional 9 to 5 job (I almost never pick up the work machine on a Sunday). But am I breaking his commandments if I decide to clean the pool deck while hanging out in the yard with the kids, or put together a patio set on Sunday afternoon (As I did this Sunday afternoon)?
I was lamenting the amount of structured activity that I have put into my life. Perhaps a day of rest is as simple as this: a day without structure, without specific agendas, a day to reflect on the broader perspective of life.