Sabbath

Yesterday we Sabbathed. All those things we had to do, we didn't (except dishes ;-). We went to Fish Creek park for a picnic; I got muddy and scratched and happy cruising the trails on my bike, Kendra relaxed and read while I watched Ethan, and Ethan threw stones in the creek, ran after me while I biked around him, and generally put out as much energy and enthusiasm as his little body possibly could. Then we went home, slept, made a stir-fry, and watched a movie.

Sabbath is God's gift to us. And it is commanded, not commended as a good idea, because we all of us quickly forget that He is God, and we are not. It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves. Matitiahu Tsevat describes the meaning of Sabbath in this way: "Every seventh day the Israelite renounces his autonomy and affirms God's dominion over him." I desparately need to just CEASE at least once every 7 days, lest I by my actions deny that He is God, and I am not.
Shalom,
David