203 Friday Night with the Father

What I found when I started receiving the Sabbath as a gift, not a duty.

The gift arrived unannounced. Not with the ringing of bells or the turning of a page, but in the quiet cessation of a habit. A few weeks ago, perhaps a month, I began to observe the Sabbath. I did not approach it as a rule to be kept. There was no checklist, no sanctioned list of can and cannot. I came to it as one accepts a gift from a father’s hand wi…