Sabbath

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

Gone fishing – for peace.

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy One, Loving Parent,

If that image is fair, I imagine you must be very proud of some of us and sorely disappointed by others of us. In my parenting role, I mainly experience the pride and satisfaction. I hope you, too, can find joy in our growth and achievements small and large.

I’m thankful that I’ve never experienced you as harsh, judging or criticizing in your parenting of me. There have been times when I’ve been unaware of your presence, but you helped me through those times. I hope I have not disappointed you.

We celebrate a Mother’s Day and a Father’s Day. Maybe we should think of each Sunday as your day in a similar way, when we think of you and spend time with you and give you nice gifts. I’m not sure how we take you out to dinner, but maybe that would be a good idea, too. What do you like to eat?
Amen

C. Un-quoting Jesus:

“Three points might work for you, friend, but I choose not to put such limits on my sermons.”

[Not the response He gave to the Rabbi who critiqued the Sermon on the Mount. Not the meaning of trinity.]

D. Blog: Sabbath

A cloudy, rainy day means I can slow down, sit and relax. Most of the things on my to-do list can wait for another time. Alone in the house, I can appreciate the quiet and focus on what’s happening within me…

There, the divine is alive and thriving, ready to supply what I require: attention to what is most important.

This solitude, this quiet, this respite from busyness – delicious Sabbath!