Sabbath

I appreciate the invitations to return.

On Thursday I have the gift of returning to an important place in the world. I am leading a group of congregation members (and a few congregational friends) to San Lucas Toliman Guatemala. This place idealizes Sabbath to me in many ways. The scriptures open up, the Gospel receives feet, the conversations explode, and there is something about the land that is holy. Now, we will see what happens when I feel responsible for the care of 11 others. I will be praying for a light yoke!

I have been thinking about Sabbath lately in another context. Let me define it: There is a sermon I love by Barbara Brown Taylor that she preached at Luther Seminary a while back. It was eloquent, and cracked open my souls desire for time and space. But dang it, she doesn't have children. I would write a book to help us all figure it out, but I am not sure how to do it myself. If there was a resource that was titled, "Sabbath and Your Infant" I would buy it. I suppose I should make sure with Google, but I am sure I would most likely only get Black Sabbath lyrics, which about says it all.

You see, I would like to keep the/A Sabbath. I buy into the reasonable idea that if God rested for a day, I sure shouldn't think I am above doing that.

Paz. CK