November 8, 2016
Growing up, Sabbath was simply ‘church day.’ I woke up too early and wore shiny, uncomfortably tight shoes because I was only allowed to wear them to church. Sunday school meant being separated from my parents, stuck in a class with kids I didn’t know and creating pointless craft projects. Sunday night, we had to do it all over again, when all I really wanted to do was stay home, snuggle on the couch and watch Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color.
Fortunately, we often visited my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins on weekends. Church day became a celebrative reunion, a shared Sunday meal and ample time to play games, run around outside and gather around the piano to laugh and sing.
I asked a lot of questions about God (didn’t get many answers), memorized scriptures, sang in the choir and followed the commandments. Mostly, church day was about getting through church, out of church and back to fun. At 16, when the preacher’s wife told me I was bound for hell with my short skirt, I gave up on church and began to truly discover Sabbath.
I found it hiking remote trails in Northern California, skiing down steep slopes of fresh powder in Utah, running for miles down the beach in Santa Cruz and camping under a canopy of stars and towering redwoods. I found it sharing sunrise with my best friend, penning a perfect poem and standing in front of Michelangelo’s Pieta. Now, thanks to Plymouth, I even look forward to church day!
Making space for Sabbath is finding grace in the moment and allowing room in our lives for those God moments to emerge. When time or circumstance doesn’t allow for ultimate vacation getaways, I remind myself that Spirit is everywhere, and all I need to do is make the space. –Janice Randall, Director of Communications