Sabbath.

Today i was walking to the train station from school. On the way there i found out that the train that had my friend on it was delayed by 50 minutes. I was already on my way there so i planned on finding somewhere to eat or get coffee as i waited.


I hopped off the el and went to find somewhere to stop. As i walked down washington and i looked at every food or coffee place, the signs all had one thing in common. "sunday-closed". As i continued on in my walk i kept seeing this over and over. Even the mcdonalds i passed said "sunday-closed".

I started to think about the relevance it had to me at this time. I have been thinking a lot lately about being busy and "on the go" all the time. I never take time to stop and breath. My agenda always has something on it, without fail. Then i sit and wonder why i am so worn down. Its because i never stop and breathe.


If the secular city of Chicago understands the need for a sabbath, why don't i? Why don't i let my body rest and relax. It is constantly begging for time with its Creator but i don't listen and i continue to push myself until i am worthless to everyone around me.
Every night as i fall asleep, i hear the hustle and bustle of the city outside my window. But today it had a different sound. The sound of rest. I never knew the city could teach me so much about something that i should have been able to show the city. Sabbath.