Sabbath No More

This is the first day that I don’t want to Sabbath. It isn’t about the work – it’s about God. I don’t want to be close to Him today. I don’t want to listen. I want to put my hands over my ears and shout, “LaLaLaLaLa” as loud as I can. I’d shake my head back and forth, too, if I thought it would help.


A week ago, I couldn’t get here fast enough. Now all that space looks oppressive.


Last week I spent some time studying Scripture on the subject, looking up all the verses on Sabbath, and I slammed my Bible shut. I mean, if Jesus broke the Sabbath, then why should I keep it? After the Gospels, the New Testament gets worse. It doesn’t mention it all until Hebrews. And who can understand that if you’re not Jewish?


I’m giving it up. I mean it this time.


(P.S. I wrote this five years ago)