I’ve taken to taking it easy on Sunday afternoons. Even with my constant obsession about getting things done, improving the place, fixing up something that needs fixing or just having something to do, I’m getting more comfortable with a view of the big elm trees while I’m lying in a hammock, gently swaying from side to side in the shade, instead of spending an hour picking up the little broken branches that litter the grass beneath those big elm trees.
If I remember the story correctly, God rested on the seventh day. On a related point, memory also holding, I believe that Jesus said that the Sabbath was made for humans, not the other way around. I take the point to be that easing up a bit for one day is actually a pretty good idea and might even contribute to better handling the other six days.
It is a good thing to have a day of rest, a day of not hammering our bodies, our lives, and our minds a little deeper into the ground. A day of lifting our thoughts beyond the press of this world’s expectations, a day of reflection and appreciation.
I think that sometimes my Sunday afternoons are a time of recuperation from the toils of the week just ended and sometimes a time of preparation for those of the coming week. Most times, it’s a bit of both and so far as I can tell, prayers offered from the sling of a hammock can make their way to heaven just fine.