Susan LaffertyChristmas. Worship Him.
In the loud or silent.
Amid crowds or all alone.
At the table overflowing or simply breaking bread.
Surrounded by decorations and gifts, wrapping and ribbons. Or without all the fanfare.
In your home or at the church or elsewhere.
Worship Him.
Eighth grade. My bike traveled smoothly, softly in the quiet. On the dirt path through bamboo forests.
Shaded relief from strong tropical sun on a humid day.
Freedom. Breeze lifting my hair.
Lacework of bamboo shadows flowing over me. With bits and pieces of bright sunlight.
Rest.
On Sabbath, the people are eating food from heaven. Manna. Gathered the day before.
Every other day of the week, they’re out getting just enough for their daily needs. But the day before Sabbath they gather double the amount.
Necessary preparation. Before a holy day. His.
“My Sabbath,” God says repeatedly in Scripture.
Day of rest.
