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by Lynn Anderson
Carolyn, my wife, loves lighting candles. As for me, I tend to burn them at both ends.
Occasionally, I arrive home from fast moving, stress-inducing, high-octane weeks of travel physically weary and emotionally numbed. But Carolyn knows how to lower my RPMs and lead me towards Sabbath. She begins by lighting candles. She creates quiet circles of peace and Sabbath around those friendly, graceful little flames. And I love it. Carolyn does not do this for conscious religious reasons. Nevertheless, the result for me is something like that for which religious Sabbaths were intended.
Last evening, as Carolyn lit her candles, I felt the tension drain out of my body. My soul-numbness gave way to quiet joy.
When the sun rose this morning, already God seemed here in fresh new ways. Sabbath is not necessarily Saturday. In fact, it is not necessarily a day. For us Sabbath is quiet space when we unplug from the rush of time long enough and completely enough to re-connect with eternity and feel the spirit descend to deeper places.
Thus there always remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God. The thrill of my business cant hold a candle to this Sabbath peace.
Author: Lynn Anderson
Publication Date: July 4, 2001
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