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Sabbath is Self-Care

Self-care is usually categorized as “worldly” or in another camp outside of our spiritual practices. The idea of Sabbath, though, is the inherent concept of self-care. Self-care is not selfish. Self-care is integral to having a healthy, flourishing faith in Christ.

Sabbath was made by God for humanity (Mark 2:27). The Sabbath was the first act of participation by humankind with God. In the creation account of Genesis, God created humankind on day 6. Therefore, the next full day cycle is Sabbath, the seventh day and the day of rest. What an important concept to grasp- before we can produce, work, hustle, or even form meaning, we much first rest. We see this in our natural world and human experience- a newborn baby rests a tremendous amount in those fresh days of life, in preparation for growth and maturity.

Sabbath is a spiritual rhythm that makes space for us to rest. But rest is not the opposite of work; rest is work of a different order. Rest was always meant to be held as a sacred space where we feast, celebrate and enjoy the fruits of our labor. ⁣

Rest cannot mean just the ceasing of work- the extracurricular activities, the social events, the trawling online, the Netflix binge, the pedicures or massages. That’s more accurately named leisure. But rest… rest is a re-orienting of our humanness.

We need time carved out for remembering the good, rejoicing in the truth, savoring and slowing down. ⁣Sabbath creates time for delight. We surrender the to-do list and pursue what sets our souls on fire.
What is your truth?
Where do you find goodness?
Where do you see beauty?

For me it looks like a nice meal with relaxing instrumental music, lit candles and reading a book aloud with my family. In warmer months, it’s a walk by the ocean. We don’t always have to set aside huge amounts of time for rest, but we should get into the habit of setting time aside for the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty.

Rest pushes us to remember we’re relationship-oriented, not accomplishment oriented. We are human beings, not human doings. It stops the hustle of wanting moremoremore and instead focuses on the now. Rest gives perspective. It reminds us Who orders our days and sustains our life. Sabbath naturally creates a rhythm of gratitude; as we make time to focus on the present, the gifts come into view more clearly. ⁣

Lastly, rest is not always easy or gentle. Setting aside time for meaningful pause really enables us to learn and grow. Making space for rest requires diligence, attention and hard work. It’s a choice to set aside the to-do lists and deadlines, to slow the hustle and spend time really soaking in the truth: we earn no love from God; instead, we rest in his love. ⁣

“The number one enemy of Christian spiritual formation today is exhaustion,” writes Jim Smith. Maybe we should be less afraid of a spiritual enemy, and be more aware of the pace of our lifestyles. We often are our own worst enemy.

Blog Musings

Winter

It’s easy to write this season off as one of death. We feel the cold of loneliness and the sting of wind on our chapped cheeks while hoping for the warmth of the sun’s return. We relish for light- a light to save us, a light to illuminate the truth we deeply long for. Grief visits many this season, because we cannot reconcile what our eyes behold. What once was alive, colorful, vivid is so dull and dreary. The trees are threadbare and color is void. Even the clouds look dim and the sun, if it visits, never stays long.

I like living in a place with four seasons. I believe each season must be savored. If we open our eyes to see, we find this winter that death isn’t here at all. Winter is instead only a season of rest. While the landscape appears to the unseeing eye as a burial of sorts, it brings forth no sense of finality. If we truly gaze upon the world outside we can see unique, beautiful ice crystals join in harmony to blanket the earth, tucking in the sleeping grass. Seeds from trees and flowers are merely suspended in time- frozen- but will again receive water, air, light and life and flourish in more temperate days. The tracks in the snowy outdoors show the forrest world is wide awake, as squirrels, mice and chipmunks still forage to find living things to eat, such as the remnants of nuts and seeds. Some heartier foliage continue to push through the frozen crust, also- signs of life amongst the stark landscape.

We tend to want to rush through this time, this season of winter so plagued with darkness. This time where the bitter cold reminds us of the bitter truth: our mortal selves are reminded that we, too, will grow cold and return to the barren earth. 

Grief is always an invitation to rest.

Instead of despising the winter, I’ve grown to love it.  I’ve come to find, time and time again, winter after frigid winter, that resurrection comes. That new life will spring forth, and light will stay to make for happier and longer days. I welcome the invitation to cozy down into the darkness and rest. To slow the hustle and the bustle, instead of trying to deny the frigidity my bones can feel when going out and about busily, avoiding the reminder that all things slow and rest and come to the end of themselves. Winter is the season of slow, and I welcome it with a big inahle, holding it dearer. As the cold travels through my airways, opening up my lungs and freshening my breath, I remember the truth of it all. Letting go and embracing change hurts, but can also be healing and good. For nothing can grow- not even humans- unless we welcome the season of rest.