To better understand the how, I would first like to explain my why.
No, I am not physically Jewish. No, I am not bound in any way by the Jewish Law. Yes, I am spiritually Jewish, Abrahamic by faith, circumcised in heart, grafted into the Vine. For me the scriptures do not in themselves have life, but, rather they point to and testify of the Life. And this is why I observe a spiritual or grace Sabbath. I am not legalistic about it. I see it as a routine blessing in my life, as are meals, sleep, fasting, exercise, work. When I do miss it, I feel a loss.
The command to remember the sabbath includes the command to work 6 days as well as the command to rest from that work. I just heard a rabbi describe how the Romans considered the Jews lazy because, in addition to all of their festivals, they took a day of rest every week (sounds like some Americans, the workaholics.)
As with waiting, rest does not mean inactivity, nor does it mean not working. Jesus, when accused of violating the Jewish sabbath said, “My Father is working until now, and so I work.” He also asked the rhetorical, “Is it lawful to do good on the Sabbath?” and stated, “The sabbath was made for man, not man for the sabbath.” We, also, are working still and sabbath is crucial (from “cross”) to working out what God is working in us. It is a dying to and releasing of the illusion of control, of the thought if we don't do it, it won't get done, of trusting that he is able and knows best, and, that in resting, we are trustingly entering into and looking forward to the Rest we both now have in part and will one day have in full.
So this is how those things translate practically for this Gentile, adopted Jew.
Maintaining the Jewish idea of a day beginning at sunset, I start at 6:00ish Saturday evening and go until 6:00ish Sunday evening.
I tend to listen to music that reminds me of Whose I am and who I am. I have a variety of reading material that, along with the scriptures, also directs me to remember what God has done and is doing for me.
This carries through Sunday morning worship/communion and into Sunday afternoon recreation with family and friends. It includes everything from spiritual discussion and sermon reflection to playing and watching games.
When done correctly, it is bathed in prayer. It is not perfect, that is why I practice it.
Reflection and remembering lead to to a refreshing and rejoicing rest and re-creation, a renewing of the body, mind and spirit in prayerful preparation for the week ahead.
Linking to The Giving Place
Wanting to contribute to what I consider to be a very good idea, I thought I would take a stab at this. (See the button below this post)
How I write anything at all is actually a mystery to me and that I write anything at all pretty much astounds me. So I don't know how coherent or helpful this will be.
I have always heard that writing is rewriting, something that is not in my nature in a conventional sense. My writing is pretty much what the title of my Blog says, just “Thinking Out Loud.” I am a hunt and peck typist. So, often I write with paper and pen/pencil to keep up with the flow of thoughts. Then I rewrite and rearrange as I type my masterpiece into a digital and legible form. I have many such scribbles to yet be transferred to the cyber world.
Most of my best stuff never makes it to the paper stage because I write a lot in my head before I drift off to sleep. I call it my best stuff because no one can find fault with it and I know it was perfect, but just... could... not... manage... to... get... up... to... zzzzz.
I apologize that this is not all that helpful, but I did not know what I was going to write when I sat down. I am not usually that good at completing an assignment, especially when it calls for reflection on myself. Age is not that fond of mirrors. Maybe honesty is not always the best policy? Or maybe this is just a warmup and future posts will be better.
In the final analysis, for me, the key to writing is to write, and write a lot, hit save often, and keep the circular file nearby, but use it sparingly. You can never get back what you throw away, and, if you are like me, you can never satisfactorily reconstruct what you originally wrote.