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. There was usually a simple, but most scrumptious meal after the church service. We were not rich, we were immigrants from Germany in the fifties, but dad was a good provider. The whole family sat around the table together and we had great times of discussion. We learned how to set a lovely table, serve the meal, work together on the clean up! More refined etiquette and table manners were fine-tuned at those meal events. We learned how to say grace, out loud, giving thanks before our meal. We learned how to contribute to conversation and wait our turn. Often, we invited friends, whole families, for dinner and spent the afternoon together, which taught us to be generous, extend hospitality and build community. Some Sundays they returned the favor and invited our whole family!!
All our married life, Sundays were a day of rest from our regular responsibilities and putting our focus on faith, family, and friends! The fellowship with believers, the excellent teaching of God's Word and the joy of participating in ministry, are a wonderful treasure. Even though times have changed, our children and their families do believe in the day of rest and setting it apart from other days. Will our grandchildren?? It is my heartfelt prayer that they would see the benefits of this 'holy habit' as my mom used to call it!
What do you do to set time apart to refresh your spirit, soul and body?