Sunday, March 9
What an oxymoron! I know, I know...Sunday is supposed to be a day of rejoicing and rest. It's the Sabbath, right? Why is it then that we find it ok - and even praiseworthy - to fill our Sundays with church meetings galore? I used to feel bad about sleeping in on Sunday mornings or skipping out on small group. If the doors were open, I should be there. Now that I have a young child, I have seen the light. The light of Scripture that is. We're to keep the Sabbath holy. Resting in the Lord. This day is supposed to be different from all of the other days of the week. But, too often we get up early, rush to church, subject our children to a rigorous schedule of Sunday school and worship, rush home for a quick bite to eat, run out the door to a Missions meeting, change our clothes and head out to small group, then get home and frantically prepare what we need for the next day at work. If I'm lucky, I can find 30 minutes on a Sunday relaxing. But, all too often, the only rest I find is 15 minutes in the rocking chair, nursing my child. How did we let it get this way? Sometimes I feel like we're guilted into this busy lifestyle by the church. Like the more we participate in, the holier we are? Of course, no one would EVER say this out loud. But don't we think it in our hearts? "We missed you at church last Sunday" or better interpreted as "Where were you? Sleeping in?!" At which time I find myself making up some excuse like, "the baby didn't feel well" or "we had a rough week." Why can't I just say "We felt like getting some rest and spending time as a family." Fortunately, this Sunday, I am home for a few hours in between church and small group. My daughter is actually napping in her crib (rather than the car seat) and I'm sipping a cup of tea as I write this. BUT, my husband is at a Missions meeting and when he gets home, we'll turn around and head out to small group. Do any of you ever feel this way?