Today, in honor of Deut. 5:13, we took a nap.
And since resting on the seventh day is a command, we took it pretty seriously. I'm talking a full blown, all out, lines on our face, drool on our pillows NAP. ~aahh~
I find it interesting that God made this a command... He certainly knows our nature. There is a lot of debate about what consitites "rest" and "work". In the course of my life, I've been to churches that practice both ends of the spectrum. I have to say I am most comfortable in the more strict view of the subject: basically, don't work and don't cause others to work. Don't go to the movies. Don't get your haircut. Don't -gasp- eat out. I do, however, believe there are exceptions to this. Jesus used this example to the Pharisees: If your ox or son falls into a well on the Sabbath, who does not help them? (Luke 14:5) So, obviously, Jesus expects us to use some common sense. For crying out loud, don't leave your poor ox in the ditch. He's pitiful, he's making a ruckus, and crowding my ditch!
Since we live within a reasonable distance from our parents, we're expected to make the trip up pretty frequently. It almost always requires traveling on Sundays. We try to plan ahead, and gas up on Saturdays, and take whatever precautions we can to avoid purchasing anything that day... but it's not foolproof. We try to minimize it as much as possible, and I think that's the underlying idea of resting. This day is different, make that effort to recognize it.
And come on, He's asking us to rest... how hard can that be? Shoot, I'm GREAT at resting... that's my forte! Wanna see me rest? Watch me... aaahh...
Posted by Shannon at June 22, 2003 04:26 PM