Of all the days I've set to rest.
there is one day I like the best.
I stop the world's mad, swirling whirl,
and that one day my flag unfurl,
to show myself I trust in God
and find it not the least bit odd
that He should cease His labors, too.
It works for me. It'll work for you.
I call it "Son-day."
Just some thoughts....
There are lots of things to think about each Sunday:
The NFL, or MLB, or NBA.....or UNME.
The first are distractions from the purpose of the day.
We've just had a day of NCAA, fun, and shopping.
Do we really need another day of head-banging, jumping, and sports alphabet?
When is there time these days for devotionals, reflection, goal setting, and doing things with family and friends that strengthen the bonds of faith, family, and friendship?
There are those who expect us to spend our Sundays watching catchy advertisements flashing before our eyes touting their versions of the virtues of beer, sex, and a clean shave.
That's not to knock the virtues of a clean shave, be it one for legs or face, but when did we decide to sit silently by and have another day stolen from us, even a Sunday?
Most of us don't work that day, except for delivering pizzas and standing by in case someone cooks and burns the house down during some critical overtime moment.
It used to be that a real tradition existed that we all did our best to take the day off and allow the other working stiffs to do the same.
We even dressed up and went as a family to our worship services!
Somehow over recent years the last day of the week became "sun and fun day" and we ignored the fact that it was meant to be "Son-day."
Forget about the teams that win and lose on that lost day.
We are the ones who lost something desirable and precious, something we were commanded to keep, or ignore at our peril.
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