God, I wonder what it was like,
when David was king and pondered an enforced rest.
David, who had trauma in his family and then perpetuated trauma on his friend, and raped a woman.
David, who dealt with the physical pain of a sexually transmitted disease that roiled him for years.
God, how stretched was David, when he prayed for a rest that would not let him go.
When David harkened back to simpler times, and longed, not even to be a shepherd again, but to instead be the sheep.
David, reimagines rest as something to be protected, with a staff and a rod.
David sees true rest as being able to let go of his enemies, and eat and drink without having to worry about being attacked.
David, who was so privileged and powerful needed rest.
How much more do we need rest after the pandemic.
How much more do our Black and Brown siblings need the space to rest, and the time to reinvent what rest and rejuvenation looks like?
How much more do our queer siblings, need sabbath?
How much more do our beloved trans* individuals need sanctuary?
Hustling is not going to cut it anymore. You can’t out hustle a pandemic or trauma or racism or bigotry.
God, drive those who need to, down to the cool waters.
Chase them down with goodness and mercy.
And remind us, that Sabbath, like blessings, is not pie. There is enough to go around. We need to create space for rest with one another.
Help us to create a culture of Sabbath, I pray.
Again I have to give theological credit to @TheNapMinistry and Nap Bishop Tricia Hersey for their continually revolutionary take on rest. https://linktr.ee/thenapministry
Please share/adapt/use with Theological Credit to “The Nap Ministry” writing credit to Pastor Katy Stenta