I continue to explore the topic of Sabbath in my mind.
In the past, I have noted that observances of days are not required and that we are not to be bound by law, and left it at that.
I don’t deny any of that; but I have continued to consider that, though it is true, it may not the complete picture.
I have heard discussions that Jesus is our ultimate rest, and that the Sabbath is a symbol.
I don’t deny any of that either.
But as one who is constantly making plans bigger than her time and is prone to burning herself out, I consider that it is all of this and more. The Sabbath pre-dated any law-giving; pre-dated, even, the fall. And when the law was given, even then it was made clear that all were entitled to Sabbath rest–even animals. Rest is good, for all of God’s creation. And like a creature of any addiction, I say, “I can stop any time I want.” I can stop and rest, and “not do,” any old time I want.
Calling my own bluff discovers that I can’t. This needs to get done, that get done, I HAVE to do this. I have to do this.
And then I think of the Sabbath, of having the faith enough to live, “I don’t have to do anything. My Lord has called me to rest.”
More oft is quoted, “I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.” Less often is considered all that we can NOT through Him that watches over us.