I think I once wrote about the dairy farmer who looks a bit like Elvis. He was on the search committee that called me to my first church. I was privileged to officiate at his wedding in my last year of ministry. We’ll call him Elvis. Elvis used to show up at church members’ houses on Sunday afternoons and just stick around for hours. This was how he observed sabbath.
He hadn’t always observed sabbath. But there were a lot of Amish about and he noticed that they were WAY more productive than he ever managed to be… and they worked six days to his seven. So, he decided, he might as well give honoring the third commandment a whirl.
I’m not sure I’d quite call the day just past a sabbath, but despite the unfinished to-do list and curiosity about whether e-mails sent had replies… I kept the church computer closed. Prayed in the bathtub. Read several chapters in novel. Attended to some home matters. Connected with a good friend. Did some planning for the sweet c’s birthday next month. “Played” with the kiddo. And watched the Lego movie, finally.
My sermon is still a draft. The tasks I committed to completing before a meeting on Monday are undone. But I stopped.
The work of ministry is always undone. Always.
And I’m going to preach on Sunday about the importance of a balance between work and rest.
For today, I’m glad I practiced what I will preach.