Summer Saturdays have a way of exposing our complicated relationship with rest. We begin the day with ambitious plans, detailed lists, and noble intentions. Yet somewhere between the first coffee and the second, the afternoon slips away. Perhaps that isn’t failure at all. Perhaps God, who rested on the seventh day, is reminding us that life is not measured solely by what we accomplish. Sometimes the holiest thing we can do is sit in the shade, listen to the birds, and remember that we are human beings—not human doings.
Tag Archives: Rest
The Gospel According to Sunday Evening
A life lived gratefully is not measured by how much gets done. It is measured by how fully we receive the gifts God has already given.
The Deep Spirituality of Sitting on the Dock
The world invites us to hurry. The dock invites us to sit still. Somewhere between the water, the wind, and the evening sky, the soul remembers how to rest.
The Sacred Joy of Not Setting an Alarm
Because sometimes the most faithful thing we can do is simply stop striving long enough to remember that the world continues turning quite beautifully without our constant supervision.
The Spiritual Importance of Changing Into Comfortable Clothes
Because Ordinary Time teaches us that holiness is not found only in great achievements.
It is also found in receiving ordinary life gratefully.
Even the quiet grace of becoming wonderfully comfortable at the end of a long week.
The Spiritual Wisdom of Sitting on the Dock
So perhaps this Saturday, God’s invitation is wonderfully simple.
Sit for a while.
Watch the water. Listen to the birds. Let creation speak.
And remember that before you were ever productive, successful, efficient, or busy… You were loved.
The Gospel According to the Lawn Chair
And perhaps part of our calling in Ordinary Time is to relearn how to join it.
Not by doing more.
But by paying attention.
The breeze moving through the trees. The absurd confidence of a robin defending territory vastly larger than itself. The smell of cut grass that somehow convinces us we have accomplished something important merely by smelling it.
The Holiness of Leaving Things Until Monday
Trust that the world will continue turning without our constant supervision.
Trust that God remains at work even when we step back.
Trust that our worth is not measured solely by our output.