Though Jesus is our ultimate “rest,” and he releases us from the Old Testament legal obligation of the Sabbath, why on earth would we exhausted, sleep-deprived, caffeine and adrenalin-addicted people thumb our nose at the gift of a day of rest?

It seems strange, doesn’t it?

We all seem to yearn for vacation …

We salivate at the concept of a day off …

We idolize the idea of sleeping in …

And yet we keep running.

It has been good for my very soul to revisit the Sabbath concept.

Again, the words of Abraham Joshua Heschel resonate 60 years after they were written:

“He [or she!] who wants to enter the holiness of the day must first lay down the profanity of clattering commerce, of being yoked to toil.

He must go away from the screech of dissonant days, from the nervousness and fury of acquisitiveness and the betrayal in embezzling his own life.

He must say farewell to manual work and learn to understand that the world has already been created and will survive without the help of man.

Six days a week we wrestle with the world, wringing profit from the earth; on the Sabbath we especially care for the seed of eternity planted in the soul.

The world has our hands, but our soul belongs to Someone Else.”

To Whom (or what) does your soul belong?

If your answer is God, does your life reflect that truth?

Does your pace of life, your rhythm of life, reflect that truth?