A post by Don Bryant at From My Heart, Out Of My Mind brought back many wonderful memories. In all my years on this beautiful planet earth, I have never once had regret about keeping the Sunday set apart before I came apart. It is one of those ‘holy habits’ my parents instilled in me and I’m ever so thankful.
Oh, of course, as teens we sometimes mocked our parents for their sense of ‘duty’ or legalistically keeping the Sunday! We soon realized, however, that the time spent in fellowship with family, with other believers, by ourselves reading, writing in our journal, playing our instrument, singing together around the piano, going for a leisurely walk to the park, alone or with a friend, were not only a valuable spiritual discipline, but met the needs of our emotional and physical life as well. Sundays were always wonderful days - with the exception of a few sad ones. We got to wear 'Sunday-go-to-meeting' clothes. They were different from our normal school or play clothes....