Tonight I leave for a week long vacation with my bride. You won’t be hearing from me for a week!
I’m so looking forward to this break. As I’ve grown older (and hopefully a little wiser), I’ve learned I have to go away on a vacation. If I don’t go away… I work!
Do not worship other Gods
Do not worship idols
Do not steal…
Check, check, check…
Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy
Hmmmm… uh… does that mean the whole day?
It’s funny, but sometimes the commandment I have the most trouble keeping is the one that tells me to rest. You would think that one shouldn’t be a problem, but I really have trouble “resting.” Call me high strung or an overachiever, but it’s hard for me to slow down.
Maybe that’s why God commanded it. Here’s on of the times he lays it out really clear:
“Six days you shall labor, but on the seventh day you shall rest; even during the plowing season and harvest you must rest. (Exodus 34:21 NIV)
I love it. He says, “Even during the plowing season and harvest…”
I used to wonder why he said that. Then I visited my brother’s church where a good number of the members are hay farmers. Come July, they don’t stop… at all! They work sunup to sundown and don’t stop until all the hay is cut, raked, dried, bailed and stacked. Church attendance is a little down that month.
It would be easy for me to judge, but I often do the same thing. A writing project is due, I’m speaking and I’m supposed to take a day off when I get home… but I don’t.
God’s like, “Ahem! Even during the plowing season, you moron!”
I have learned to schedule rest. That means not even walking in my office, because I know I’ll get drawn in by an email, and next thing I know it, I’m working.
I’ve learned to go away on vacations. If I stay home, sometimes it’s hard to break free of work. And frankly… when I don’t get rest… I get less productive.
It’s kind of like God actually knew what he was talking about… huh?