The 7th Day of the Week

By Dr. Don Martin Senior Pastor August 29, 2014 Sunday. It's the seventh day of the week according to the first creation story in Genesis. The whole kit and caboodle started out as a "formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep." Then a word from God and light from God and waters from God and sky from God and plants from God and critters from God that creep and swim and fly. The whole thing was looking pretty good, as the story goes, and I sometimes wonder why the Almighty didn't quit while the quitting was good that first Friday of creation. But when Saturday morning dawned, the Lord God made you and me from the dust of the earth. He breathed into our nostrils the breath of life, which is almost too close for comfort. He made us in his image, which is a head scratcher. You want to make an educated guess about God? Look in the mirror or at your neighbor at the mailbox or the kid cutting the grass, says the Bible. Then came Sunday, and what God did comes as a total surprise. He rested. He propped his feet up on a distant galaxy and took a nap. He didn't do diddly. Imagine that. The Lord God Almighty put his chin in his hand and took a day-long gander at it all. The Bible calls it the Sabbath, and I am honestly convinced that it's the medicine that heals all ills. We hurry and hustle and grab and rush the kids to and from, only to look over our shoulder and wonder where did the time go? God's first gift to the world was a day off, and yet most of us stay clocked in until they throw dirt in our face or on the grave of someone we loved more than life. I wish I knew why. The Skyland Methodist Church had a party for me the Sunday before I started this preaching journey. I still have some of the towels and pots and pans that were given to me. Many gave me pats on the back and words of encouragement, and I've forgotten them all save one. Mrs. Martha put her arm around my neck and said, "The happiest and best people in every community stop what they are doing to go to church on Sunday. You're gonna have a blast." She was right.