And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day. (Genesis 1:5b)
Christmas is over. Oh,
there are some who will continue – and more power to them. According to
tradition, one can leave Christmas decorations up until Candlemas Day – which is
Groundhog’s Day. Others say the Day of the Kings – which is January 6th.
But if you’ve read my blog, you know that I’ve been (getting) ready to end the
year since Thanksgiving. I’ve been especially ready to end the year since I got
sick. Let’s get over this whole mess and move on! I am soo over
2022 and all this coughing. But we have this stupid week…not a day, but a whole
week in which the rest of the world is winding down and gearing up, so by the
time 2023 arrives, I’m pretty much over it, too. It took the
rest of you so long to get here that I’m bored. And yes, I know, that problem
is all mine, not yours.
But I find myself returning to a point that is an infrequent chorus in
my blog: the idea that the day starts in the evening, not at sunrise, and after
the day begins, that’s when you rest for the night. When you get up, the day is
already about half over but you’re rested.
So this week between Christmas (the end of the year) and New Years’ Day
(the dawn of the new year) is a time of rest, but what does that mean? More
often than not, I tend to think of rest as “enforced” inactivity or idleness.
And there is that aspect to it. But there’s another part, and that is the
building up or saving up of energy, time allowing plans to ruminate. Rest is a
time of building personal resources, not in the sense of ordering parts, but in
the sense of ordering one’s self.
And that’s what the next seven days are all about.
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