Saturday October 17th, 2009

Taking a Sabbath (written on friday night)

David and I have been conversing quite a bit lately about the ancient tradition of honoring the sabbath and what that really looks like in today’s day and age.  Once upon a time it meant that if you bent over to pick something up you were pretty much screwed where the law was concerned!   Now days, some of us have to work on Sundays whether we like it or not.  But in looking at the idea of why God created the idea of the sabbath, it was really for our own good.  It’s more than just going to church or honoring God for a day.  It also serves an important purpose for us. Rest.  Rest for body, soul and spirit.

I took this photo in Morocco 4 years ago.  I remember rolling out of bed in the morning and being smacked in the face with this view, and thinking, “How in the world did I end up here?  This is so beautiful how can it even be real life?”  As I gaped at the exquisite beauty, it was like that mountain range created a channel from my soul to God’s heart.  I’ve always cherished this image as it reminds me of that moment, but as I look at it more deeply I realize it’s also extremely symbolic for me.  It represents everything I want my “view of life” to be….Peaceful. Serene. Breathtaking. Filled with wonder and gratitude.

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Sometimes it seems like those are impossible ideals, or that moments of serentiy can only happen when you are on vacation in Africa.  Yet imagine if you could get out of bed every morning and actually choose how you view the world?  Looking out your proverbial window, what would you want to see?  Pain?  Sadness?  Fear?  Numbness?  Why do we give away our life to these things?  Why don’t we choose something different even though we’re only hurting ourselves?

So my question is, how do we choose each day to manifest our own reality?  I say I love dogs, nature, reading, painting.  But do I own a dog?  Each day do I pick up my paint brush simply because I love it?  Do I take the time to read a good book and relax?  Though I live in an urban area do I make the effort to find nature and immerse myself within it?  Do I do these things that refresh my spirit and make me come alive?  Do I live with intention? And most importantly, do we truly understand that life is what we make of it, no matter what our circumstances are?

Considering these thoughts, it makes the idea of taking a sabbath seem extremely important.  Necessary, actually for happiness.  As I take an honest look at my work habits, each week do I truly have a day where I do no work AT ALL and only relax?  For some of us, taking a sabbath is painful.  It’s virtually impossible not to answer that one email, make that one phone call, or pop into your office just for an hour or two to write a quick blog or edit a session.  Me = guilty as charged.  As I continue on day after day without ever getting a clean break from the pressures of work, I feel myself wearing thin.  I pray and ask God for strength, but then I hear his voice saying, “The reason you are so tired is because you don’t rest.  And then you want me to pump you full of energy like a God sized dose of espresso.  How am I supposed to re-fill your gas tank if you are driving circles round the pump at 60mph?”

So tomorrow I’m taking a sabbath.  I’m going to completely unplug, push a large bureau in front of my office door and turn off the ringer of my phone.  I worked really hard today to get caught up on phone calls, invoicing, emails, orders, etc so I won’t have that panicked feeling in the back of my brain.

So if on Saturday you happen to call me, email me, knock on my door, send me a telegram or a even a singing candygram for that matter, I WON’T ANSWER YOU.  Because I’ll be too busy laying around, reading books, praying, taking a hot bath and going for a long walk out in nature.  I guess the real challenge is can I stay off of twitter and avoid reading new emails on my phone because well, technically I’m not in my office.  All things being equal I really don’t trust myself.  I can pretty much guarantee that at the end of the day I’ll have to be all, “Father, forgive me for I have tweeted.”

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