A Brand New Day, Part 1
When
did Sunday stop being a day of rest? We
used to attend a church that had small group meetings in the late afternoon and
early evenings. They called it fellowship, I called it more church. Except we
had to also bring food enough for fifteen people.
On a
typical Sunday we would get up, bathe, go to church, go to lunch, get home, get
ready for the small group meeting (which meant cooking something), go to the
small group meeting and finally get back home just in time to go to bed.
We
don’t go to that church anymore. Not because of the hectic Sundays it created;
it was because they started telling us how to vote and the junior minister told
the congregation that I, specifically, was just going through the motions and
did not really have Christ in my heart.
But that is a rant for another day…
Needless
to say we ran from that political cult.
Rest assured it did not start that way, but soured slowly. Unlike frogs
in boiling water, I realized what was happening and wanted out. Not-so-oddly my
wife and I came to the same decision about the same time. Mine was after the
minister said what he said about me. My wife came home from their Wednesday
service three days after the insult and said, “We’re not going to that church
anymore.”
“Well,
you’ve just save us a BIG argument next Sunday morning…” I said. We found a
much better and more Christian church.
But that is another rant for another day…
This
should have freed-up our Sunday afternoons and evenings. But like any hole it
got filled. At that time both of us work on most Saturdays, so Sunday meant
catching up the shopping and errands we couldn’t do during the week.
Then we
had the baby. Our weekends are back to being filled again. One of us shops
while the baby naps (afternoon) or sleeps (evenings). As she gets older … who
knows what the future holds? When she gets too old for a nap (foolish child –
naps are precious!), she’ll be old enough to help with the chores; or at least
self-entertain so WE can get the chores done!
But
it’s not just us – the lack of time is pandemic. Since Sunday has morphed into a
Day-We-Get-Done-Things-We-Can’t-Get-Done-the-Rest-of-the-Week day, we need
another day of rest, recuperation, relaxation and reflection.
We
cannot use an existing day. The weekdays are for working – the days for which
we need a day of rest. Saturday is out.
That’s the day for which we need a day of recuperation. And some of us
work on Saturdays, too.
We need
a brand new day. A true day of rest. A day in which no work is done. A day in which we do not force others to
work.
The day
would take some preparation – you would have to buy your food or fill up your
gas tank the day before. Remember, we do not force others to work. Eating out?
No, you’d force some waiter/waitress and a cook to work on your day of rest. It
would be a day to grill outside, or cook together as a family at home. Or cook
a frozen pizza and sit in your favorite chair and catch up on all those
recorded TV shows you never get around to watching.
Camp
out. Stay inside. Lay a blanket on the grass and read a book. Stay home and
play with your child. Relax. Mellow.
Chill.
“Don’t
give me that hippie crap,” you snarl, “I’ve got trains to catch and bills to
pay!”
Our new
day of rest will take some time. It will
take the changing of mind-sets. We may not see it in our lifetimes; this will
be for the benefit of future generations. But we can begin now. If not one day
a week, maybe one day per season, or one day per month. C’mon, if we can add an
extra day every four years, we can add more! (I know, I know, we have leap day
because of the rotation of the earth is slightly more than 24 hours; but it
just proves we can add days to our calendar. As quoted in the Yardbirds
song “Glimpse”: “time is just a human limit, which with one glimpse, can
overcome.” There I go with that hippie
crap again…)
My next
few blogs will discuss how we can make room in the calendar for the day, names
for the day and some logistical problems with our day.
But our
brand new day starts now!
Next: Finding the time …
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