June 17 will mark three years since Dylann Roof shot nine black men and women inside a church in Charleston, South Carolina in the middle of a Bible study and prayer meeting.
Now a third Sabbath practice for the journey ahead, and be forewarned you may not like this. In fact, you may think I’m just being a fussy old legalist. We cannot truly Sabbath (to say nothing of reaching our goals for the year), unless every 7th day we totally cease, as much as is reasonably possible, our daily work for 24 hours and refuse to come anywhere near it.
Looking back moves the soul from anxiety to celebration as it disciplines itself to survey the beauty of a steady stream of accomplishments, each a trophy to the God who was right there empowering us every step of the way.
Every day has its task; every week, its duties; every meeting, its agenda. You want to know what really kills our rest? Work that should have been finished, and could have been finished, but isn’t finished. Unfinished assignments absolutely bar the way into joyful rest