I love Sundays. I just do. They are probably my favourite days of the week. Each is slightly different and each has so many similarities.
Following the direction of the scriptures, Sunday is my day of rest. Regardless of how much homework I have, I choose not to do it on Sundays so my entire day can be spent in some form of worship.
Sound a little weird? Perhaps. But by worship I don’t mean saying recited prayers endlessly from sun-up to sun-down. I think that’s weird. I don’t think that would entirely encapsulate ‘worship.’
Worship to me is more. But because it is so abstract we will each have our own definition of what worship entails. Sunday (sabbath) worship to me involves service and friendship. It includes praying, study of the scriptures, and attending church. But it is more a way of living than a set pattern of activities every week.
This weekly pattern of worship (in whatever form I can find it each week) brings a renewal of strength (see Isaiah 40:31) that I’ve never found anywhere else. It recharges my batteries for the upcoming week. It makes me use my time more wisely throughout the week. It helps me build friendships. It helps me understand the mind of God because Christ said to know God is to have eternal life (see John 17:3), the greatest of all gifts. And that’s a gift I want. And a gift I want everyone else to share with me.
Why would you not want to share the greatest gift that one could receive?