Showing posts with label #Sabbath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Sabbath. Show all posts

Monday, 15 March 2021

Keeping the Sabbath Holy

 Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy is one of the 10 Commandments.  I am particularly drawn to the extended text of the Prayer Book commandment:

“Six days shalt thou labour, and do all that thou hast to do; but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God. In it thou shalt do no manner of work, thou, and thy son, and thy daughter, thy man-servant, and thy maid-servant, thy cattle, and the stranger that is within thy gates. For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the seventh day, and hallowed it”.

It is obvious that we work in some way or other and welcome a day of rest on the Sabbath, although if you are in ministry of any sort, including the Choir, the Sabbath may not feel like a day of rest, as believe it or not, those working to prepare for worship will have worked hard to prepare it beforehand, rather than just playing it off the cuff and hoping for the best.

For many of us these words  will be well outside our comfort zone. For instance, how many of us have a man-servant or maid-servant (I wish) and unless we are farmers, we don’t have many cattle in Urban, Belvedere (Unless you know different of course).  But the sentence I want to concentrate on is “the stranger that is within they gates”.

I suspect that many of us will take this to mean someone we don’t know, someone newly arrived in our neighbourhood, someone perhaps of a different racial, ethnic, religious or cultural background to ours, but I think that that conclusion is pretty stereo typed. 

If you look around Church (when we are in it) and we meet each other wearing masks and socially distanced, we will recognise each other if we know each other well enough, even by sight, even if we have forgotten, for a moment or two, their name.   But are we kidding ourselves, do we really know them well?

No doubt we think that we  are heeding that other greatest commandment about “loving our neighbour as ourself” but how can we truly obey  that essential second greatest commandment if  we don’t really know them?

 If we haven’t made the time to speak to them, to socialise with them or to have shared our lives with them wider than the short meeting in Church on a Sunday, if we have not engaged enough to know their full back story, about them and their family and in return, shared our story with them.

Without that sort of engagement how can we truly say that we are obeying the commandment?

Of course, not everyone feels confident to engage in the way described, there might be inhibitions about meeting people in that way. That  famous “British Reserve” even “Stiff Upper Lip” might be getting in the way of our being truly able to assent to the commandment,  And of course, we are hesitant to invade peoples personal privacy or space, or perhaps unsure of ourselves, not wanting to be that “nosy neighbour” poking their nose in where not wanted, not wanting to be rebuffed, not wanting to be embarrassed.

But if we hesitate to commit to extend our network of fellowship in Christ, perhaps those I write off, share most of those same traits or inhibitions, perhaps waiting for the other to hold out the hand or breaking the ice and offering the hand of Christ in welcome, love and friendship and fellowship that we need to both build our gathered community of God, but also in building his Kingdom.

Might I suggest something quite obvious?   The idea of the “stranger within our Gates” goes back to that “Ministry of Welcome” that is portrayed in the commandment.  It is an invitation for us to look beyond ourselves, to see each other, including the “stranger” as someone created in God’s image as we are, someone who we need to invite into our community, our lives, not just in a shared communal act of worship (though that is central to what we do and who we are as people of God), but as friends, as family, as a fellow member of God’s people, just like us, with all or flaws, strengths and weaknesses and by doing this, we build the Body of Christ, here in Belvedere  and his Kingdom wider in the world.  I for one know I have more to do in this respect.

 

How about you?                                                                                                                              

Thursday, 19 April 2012

The Sabbath #Bigread12 Blog Post


Easter Tuesday Mark 2.23-27 #BigRead12 with @minidvr

The Sabbath:
In this passage Jesus and his disciples are seen to be picking ears of corn [1]and eating them on the Sabbath. Something which those who hated them, criticised them for it being illegal. Jesus makes the point very clearly that David, who was God’s annointed, had entered the temple with his soldiers while on the run from Saul, and had eaten the ‘Bread of thePresence’, which even the priests were forbidden to eat.  Jesus is drawing our attention to his authority as the Son of God, who the rules of man should not be applied to.  His quoted text says it all ‘The sabbath was made for humankind, and not humankind for the sabbath; so the Son of Man is lord even of the sabbath.’
Genisis 2:1-3 describes how God made the seventh day Holy, as a memorial to his creation which was ‘good’ and rested on the seventh day.   We are commanded (as were the Jews) in Exodus 20:8 to remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy.  But surely we should consider every day holy in the service of God, marking the Sabbath as a day of rest and worship of God.  Which seems to me to be my interpretation of God’s intention and the reason behind the commandment.
Pondering on this, I think back to my childhood in the UK in the 1950s.  In those days, Sunday was kept as the Sabbath, quite strictly.   For many working people, it was the only day that they got relief from work for the week.  Many attended worship in churches, shops were closed and only essential public services worked.  Even those who didn’t go to church took advantage of the Sabbath and pursued leisure activities and sport. Sunday was time for rest, family and prayer, not always in that order.   Public transport ran to a Sunday timetable, and pubs and entertainment establishments had very restricted hours.  If you lived in a remote community, Sunday was definitely not the day to have a mini-crisis to run out of milk, to break down.  Nothing would happen until Monday morning.  It was slightly different in more urban communitities, but even here things were closed and the Sabbath was observed to a great extent.
Now, some 60 years later, an enormous transformation has happened.  The Sabbath is only observed by those who practice a religious faith.  Sunday has been swallowed up in the busyness of life lived in a 24/7 economy.  This way of life is common to both rural and urban communities.  Shops are free to open for restricted, but fairly long hours.  Pubs and entertainment establishments can operate 24 hours in some places and secular work is a norm.   Even those who observe the Sabbath, are expected to work if thier employer requires it, or risk losing their job. It seems that society has bowed down the mammon and has allowed secular past times and activities to become more important than those who observe the Sabbath.
I remember in the last 2 years of my working life, I became a Christian.  I had quite happily worked innumerable Sabbath’s, but something had changed.  Jesus had become my Saviour and I had a new set of rules to live out and to live by.  All of a sudden, Sunday became precious.  It was the time that I could dedicate to worship, family and leisure.   In that last two years, I only worked on 2 Sundays, where it could not be avoided, but only if a dispensation was made that I could have time off to attend worship.  Conflict could have ensued, others who had to work, could have said that I was given preferential treatment.  But somehow God’s grace didn’t allow this to happen.  Those who I worked with having been surprised by my conversion, graciously allowed me the time and space to grow and to develop as a Christian and to practice my faith, which I had proclaimed openly in the work place.
I wonder how often that would happen in other work places?  I’m not sure, because I continually read of employers not being ‘faith’ friendly and that reasonable accommodation is not being made for people of any faith to practice their religion freely and in accordance with their conscience.
I don’t blame those employers or people who refuse to contemplate that Christianity or any other faith should be a special case,  they after all, are as entitled to their views as we are in ours.  But it just seems that something has been lost in the transformation and change of the last 50 years or so. That sense of graciousness,  of consideration and compassion for others, displayed by my work colleagues towards me, has been lost in many places. It has been subborned to the busyness of life, of the individual and their rights and the pursuit of wealth and personal happiness, not matter what the cost to our souls.
I wonder if it will ever be regained without a wholesale infusion of the Holy Spirit into people’s lives. I pray for it daily.