Over the last several days I've been reflecting on the importance of Sunday as it relates to the Spiritual Life and public worship.
While reading "Leaving Church - a Memoir of Faith", by Barbara Brown Taylor, I read a very interesting chapter that focused on the idea of Sabbath.
Barbara tells of a friend she had while in high school that was the star of the basketball team. He was also Jewish. This meant that he strictly observed the Sabbath, which for him was Friday. Therefore, on Friday nights the team would get pounded by the opposing team on a regular basis due to David's absence.
After those Friday night games many of David's teammates would go to David's house and give a detailed account of the game. "David would sit there in his kippah, openly delighted by the blow-by-blow description of the game...I still remember the night someone asked David if it did not kill him to have to sit at home on Friday nights while his team was getting slaughtered in the high school gymnasium.
"No one makes me do this," he said. I'm a Jew, and Jews observe the Sabbath." Six days a week, he said, he loved nothing more than playing basketball, and he gladly gave all he had to the game. On the seventh day, he loved being a Jew more than he loved playing basketball, and he just as gladly gave all he had to the Sabbath. Sure he felt a tug, but that was the whole point. Sabbath was his chance to remember what was really real." from page 137.
I am a Christian, therefore I go to Worship on Sunday. Do I sometimes feel a tug, sure! But that's the point.
Sunday is my chance to remember what's real, what's really important.
