The practises of Sabbath have been different during these months of working collectively to help hinder the spread of the Coronavirus.
No more do we head to our local meeting places of faith families, where we gather together to worship in prayer, song, reading the Word of God, giving of our tithes and being encouraged in our faith through all of those shared practises as well as through the sharing of a message that encourages us to hold close our relationship with the God of creation.
My Sabbath today has had a fine start.
Sundays are a backwards day for hubby and I, as I oddly sleep later than he, who rises to prepare for a full day of work. This is my solitary day … a day I am completely aware of and immersed in the presence of God in every area of my life.
My call to worship began when I awoke to staring from my bedside, the Wonderdog eager for an invitation onto the bed for snuggles.
After a leisurely awakening, the morning ablutions for my fur friend and I, I was off on my weekly trip to a small grocery store, just after it opens … still quiet, barely a shopper to be seen.
I listened to songs of faith.
Enjoyed a hot steaming cup of coffee while wrapping a gift for a new delivered one, unable to contain whispered prayers of thanks.
Listened to a podcast about the Christian faith that stimulated curiosity to go into the word.
Poured myself a cold glass of cranberry juice, spread fresh strawberry jam with a hint of lemon, on a scone (not a typical breakfast, but … the Sabbath should be a sweet day).
Filled the Wonderdog’s treat toy with his favorite mixture, then out to our small patio.
A gentle breeze brought scents from my hydrangea plants (once blue, that are now pink), and other floral perfumes from the neighborhood.
Though this patio, this property does not provide the peaceful quiet of our previous acreage, peace lives here, in the contentment of the provision, in the peace that passes my human comprehension.
I sit in my chair, sip from my glass, breath in the scents, smile at my sleeping Wonderdog, hear the sound of texts arriving from my sweetest loves.
I pray, words of thanks, or appeal for the needs of others, I seek wisdom and comfort from the scriptures.
No benediction … the Sabbath goes on.
“Then he (Jesus) said to them,
“The Sabbath was made for humankind,
not humankind for the Sabbath.”
Mark 2:27
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