A Holy Gift

It would never be my intent to take away from the special nature of observing Sabbath.  It is a practice commanded in the Word and has gifted with blessings the generations since the day Moses went up Mt. Sinai.  It is indeed meant to be a holy moment in our life, a moment that is set apart from other days, and a moment which offers an important perspective about who we are in relationship to the Creator and the creation. 

 

However, as I have moved along through these last years, I find myself coming to a place of believing that every day is a sacred day.  In every day God is present and working in our lives.  In every day there are moments which call us to pause and offer mini expressions of worship.  It may be as simple as breathing "Thank You, Lord" for an awareness of some blessing which is falling upon us, or it may be something which brings forth a spirit of praise from our heart.  Sunday may be the day we enter into the sacred space of a church, but everyday is a day we walk and live within the cathedral of creation which is all around us.

If holy is defined by something which passes through, or is touched by the hands of the Creator God, then everything around us is holy for everything experienced as a part of life around us is but what God has put into place.  As surely as He created the stars and beautiful sunsets, so has He created the time in which our lives move.  We define time by seconds, minutes, hours, days, and years, but God needs none of this to keep track of what is unfolding.  What is unfolding around us is the time He has created and given to us.  It is a precious gift.  It is also a holy gift.  All of it.