Sunday, Sunday (ba da da-da-da-da), so good to me;
Sunday, Sunday, it was all I hoped it would be.
It’s really Monday, Monday, but Sunday, Sunday works fine too on a Friday, Friday. Sometimes the classics need a tweaking so, Sunday, Sunday it is. As you know, I’ve been looking at the calendar lately. Remember, Redeemer Day? In checking out the calendar, Sundays have stuck in my mind.
What is Sunday? The dreaded day before Monday? The day we have to race around and get everything accomplished we should have gotten accomplished on Saturday? Grocery store day? Laundry day? Mowing day? Game day? Homework day? Clean out the brief case from Friday for Monday day? Pack lunches, plan dinners, get ready for the week day? Oh yea, Church?
The more I think about it, I might have gotten Redeemer Day out of whack. I mean, of course everyday should be Redeemer Day, but we already have a Redeemer Day I(we?) don’t observe. A day planned by God for rest, worship and communion. A day when…
Earthborn cares yield to the joys of heavenly communion.
What would our Sundays look like if we thought of them in that way? You know, we do earthly stuff all week, I mean we live here. Would it be possible for us to yield, to forget about our earthborn cares for one day? We’re supposed to, you know.
Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the LORD your God, on which you must not do any work—neither you, nor your son or daughter, nor your manservant or maidservant or livestock, nor the foreigner within your gates. For in six days the LORD made the heavens and the earth and the sea and all that is in them, but on the seventh day He rested. Therefore the LORD blessed the Sabbath day and set it apart as holy.
Exodus 20:8-11
So, what do our Shabaths, our Sabbaths, look like? Are Sundays really any different than any other day of the week? No, I(we) have distorted that day too. The Lord said Sundays are to be set aside as the Sabbath. A day of rest. This is not necessarily about what we don’t do on Sundays, but what we do do. A day set aside for the Lord. A day of renewal in Him.
If we look at our Sundays, can we say we cease, we desist from exertion? That’s what rest is. Is our Sabbath set apart as holy or is it just another day on the calendar of our weekends? One of two days off work we have to get stuff done? Stuff that does need to get done, you know…or does it?
Suddenly Jesus met them and said, “Peace be with you.”
They came up to him, took hold of his feet, and worshiped him.
Matthew 28:9
The joys of heavenly communion — worship. Wow. Do we ever think about it like that? Heavenly communion. Look what the disciples did – they communed with Heaven — they grabbed His feet. They didn’t give a hug or a handshake or a yo man, a high-five. They took hold of His feet. There’s only one way to grab hold of His feet – by bowing down! If we’re on our feet, we cannot grab His feet. We’re just not that flexible.
Finding our rest, our peace, by bowing low. Bowing to anyone but ourselves is counter-cultural, isn’t it? That’s not the earthborn world we live in. But look what happens when we do. Look at that sweet commune with our Redeemer.
Taste and see that the Lord is good.
Oh, the joys of those who trust in him!
Let the Lord’s people show him reverence,
For those who honor him will have all they need.
Psalm 34:8-9
What would it look like if we put Sunday in its proper place? Afterall, we’re schedulers, calendar people and it’s already on the calendar. What would we need to change about our Sundays in order to truly make them God’s Day or Redeemer Day? What would we have to change about our Sundays to make them holy, to commune with Him, to bow down and grab His feet? Those same feet pierced for us.