but the seventh day is a sabbath to the Lord your God. On it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, nor your male or female servant, nor your animals, nor any foreigner residing in your towns. (Exodus 20:10) I’m reading a book about Sabbath resting. Even before I knew the book existed, I had decided not to weed on Sundays because Sunday morning was church, and the idea of trying to play catch up on the weeding and then my other Sunday activities would cause too much stress. I could either weed or go to Church – not both, not in one day. In addition, my muscles have made it abundantly clear that they need the rest. But rest is one of those basics that we shove aside. We think we rest when we collapse, exhausted, into bed at the end of the day. We might pick a day in which we’re going to be “lazy.” Resting for some seems to be marathoning a TV or movie series. For others, it’s legalism. You can’t watch TV, can’t go shopping, can’t mo...
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