As you may know, the idea of Sabbath Tuesdays began in the classroom– a quick weekly break during our AP classes every Tuesday afternoon before we began new lessons every Wednesday.
Today, I am remembering the power of those Sabbath moments. The beauty of taking that deep breath, of resting, only occurred to us because we needed to breathe, and we were tired. So we rested, and were renewed.
Sabbath is full of grace because the rest of the week is full of work. Over break, I had difficulty thinking in terms of Sabbath. But today, I’m rejoicing in the beauty of work, as it is something we were all created for. Each day we have the privilege of being sub-creators, producers, participators in this grand scheme of redemption. And it is only after ordering our lives in this pattern of work and rest that we experience the Sabbath grace in its fullness.
During our Sabbath Tuesdays at school, we would read a Wendell Berry poem. I’ll leave you with one to consider today as you contemplate the joy of work.
Whatever is foreseen in joy
Must be lived out from day to day,
Vision held open in the dark
By our ten thousand days of work.
Harvest will fill the barn; for that
The hand must ache, the face must sweat.
And yet no leaf or grain is filled
By work of ours; the field is tilled
And left to grace. That we may reap,
Great work is done while we’re asleep.
When we work well, a Sabbath mood
Rests on our day, and finds it good.
-Wendell Berry, from This Day collection