He who wants to enter the holiness of the day must first lay down the profanity of clattering commerce, of being yoked to toil. He must go away from the screech of dissonant days, from the nervousness and fury of acquisitiveness and the betrayal in embezzling his own life. He must say farewell to manual work and learn to understand that the world has already been created and will survive without the help of man.
Six days a week we wrestle with the world, wringing profit from the earth; on the Sabbath we especially care for the seed of eternity planted in the soul. The world has our hands, but our soul belongs to Someone Else. Six days a week we seek to dominate the world, on the seventh day we try to dominate the self...Abraham Heschel.
I can remember growing up how important Sabbath was to my grandfather Arthur Sladden. It was a day set aside, separate from all the others, where it seemed like he did nothing...just sit in his garden. There was no work. It's like granddad had hit the pause button on life. I remember thinking, " what a waste." But looking back...I know he was taking so much in. So much more than I could see, and so much more than the world had to offer. I need to learn the importance of Sabbath again.