This is such a busy time of year. The birds and bees and most other animals kick it up a notch looking for nesting grounds, a place of safety and abundance. We human animals tend to do the same thing: spring cleaning, getting the yard gussied up for Easter, beginning that exercise regimen (!). So what falls by the wayside this time of year? In all of this busy-ness? Yep. Sabbath rest.
Sunday is such a perfect day to ____________________. From washing cars, mowing lawns, trimming the shrubs, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, etc., etc. Even if we wait until after our designated hour of Sabbath, we are still missing the point. Why is it so hard for us to stop — Americans in particular? Is our culture’s perception of what is safety and abundance too skewed?
About that whole work ethic thing — recently, I saw a comparison between a new Cadillac commercial lifting up a hard driving, single-minded workaholic lifestyle and a new Ford commercial lifting up a distinctly different work ethic. Different because of the end benefit: growing healthy food for a nutritionally challenged country. Different — yet, is it really?
When I first saw the two commercials back to back, I celebrated and fist-pumped. You know. It sounds wonderful and high-minded. Yet, I couldn’t help but consider whether our busy-ness in an office 7 days a week is any different than our busy-ness digging in the dirt for 7 days a week. The problem, as I see it, is that we are busy 7 days a week. How do we have the energy to keep going? Something inevitably has to be suffering. Whether that something is our health, the relationships with our family, the health of the communities in which we are a part, our very society and culture.
Perhaps having just one day in which we stop would provide us time to recharge. One day in which we stop striving: whether out of a sense of seeking that safety and abundance for ourselves, our families, our wallets, or even our environment — one day to breathe in rest, peace, quiet; to experience the Presence of God, our families, our friends, our environment. One day in which we give thanks and express gratitude for all that we do have, for all the choices that we are given, for all the chances we receive — from each other, from God.
One day. It can start with one breath, one more hour of sleep, one hour of silence, one hour of snuggling on the couch with a spouse, a child, an animal, a book, a pillow, a journal.
One day. For caregivers particularly, one day can start with a conversation with a friend about giving each other a day of sabbath.
Pick a day. Any day can be your One Day.
What would your one day look like? Feel like? Be like?