June 16, 2006

Time flies. I get carried along without paying too much attention until something reminds me. I have regular appointments that I seemed to have met just yesterday and now I’m meeting them again. Every time I join my colleagues in prayer seven days have gone by. Each time I deliver a water sample for testing – one month gone. Sabbath worship, mobile phone bills, hair cuts, filling a gas tank, boards, nominating committees and birthdays – all mark time’s rapid progress.

I sat down to dinners with my daughters to mark successful completions of this college year. I ate with young ladies now – ready to integrate into an adult world. I rejoiced with two friends for 50 years together. So many times all those years ago can seem like just yesterdays.
Swimming provides me a helpful analogy for time’s passing. I remember those mile swims and the rhythm developed by stroke and breath. Pull, kick, breathe. Pull, kick breathe. Smooth rhythm equaled an efficient swim.

In my life today a smooth, positive rhythm equals healthy living. Sabbaths are a vital part of that rhythm. I kick and stroke for 6 days and come up for air. Kick, stroke, breath. Kick, stroke breath. Sabbath is part of the rhythm of life. Every one marks the passing of time. Each one brings me closer to eternity.

“ ‘And it shall come to pass That from one New Moon to another, And from one Sabbath to another, All flesh shall come to worship before Me,’ says the LORD. “ Isaiah 66:23

Be at peace,
Pastor Steve