My Sunday Sanctuary: Rest

We attended Church Between the Sheets this morning.

(And I could name at least four people who are mentally quoting Hebrews 10:25 right now.)

But at the risk of sounding completely irreverent—that extra sleep was heavenly. It was just what we needed after a totally hectic Friday and Saturday. Was it wrong to put our rest ahead of going to worship on God’s day? I’m not convinced that it was.

Forsake not the assembling of yourselves together…I know. I KNOW!

I know.

But isn’t the sabbath also meant to be a day of rest?

I mean, I don’t know how it plays out in your house, but Sunday mornings are the most stressful mornings we have all week. I know there’s a battle to keep us home, to keep us spiritually uneducated, weak and unfed and that plays a large part in the inevitable bickering that happens as we try to get everyone dressed and out the door on time.

(Those who know us are laughing right about now. On time? The Apteds? Bwaahahahahaha!)

Ok, in getting us out the door to church at all. And today we were just plain tired. We weren’t up for the battle.

Sometimes I feel like Christianity is a constant struggle for balance between freedom and structure. Too far on the structure side, and you become legalistic. Erring too far on the side of freedom makes it easy to drift away from God entirely.

I know that I am not in imminent danger of that. God knows my heart. I know there were blessings we missed by not being in church this morning. But sometimes, when you’re tired, I think it’s OK to enjoy the blessing of rest.

Yes, even on Sunday.

One reply on “My Sunday Sanctuary: Rest”

  1. Thanks for visiting my site and leaving such a sweet comment.

    I agree! Sleep is one of those tempting obstacles on Sunday mornings. We attend service in the morning, come home and eat, and then my husband sleeps the entire day before we go to an evening service. That's how he gets around it all.
    I really wanted to stay home from evening service last week because it was being held at a church I didn't know and I didn't want to end up looking for the nursery during the service and then missing the whole thing because I couldn't find it. In the end, I was able to enjoy the entire service (! yay!) because they had a wonderful cry room. I was so happy I went.

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