So, here it is, Saturday, the final day of the week, the pinnacle of the weekend, the most schizophrenic day on the calendar, the day when most of us finally go mad. This is so because most of us try to cram so much into it, twelve hours moving at break-neck speeds, a to do list longer than your arm, and the naivete to believe we can successfully navigate the day and get every base covered.
A wise sage said, "Americans worship their work, play at their worship, and work at their play". So, if today is the play day, we'll labor at it as hard as we've done our employment work in the days leading up to now. What is more, there's the long list of normal stuff to cram into the minutes before and after our play. In between golf, fishing, the movie theater, bike riding, the water park or pool, the beach, the range, a short or long jog, and forty-eleven other leisure activities, there's also the laundry, the grocery store, the pharmacy, post office, exterminator, blah, blah, blah. Don't forget the yard, house cleaning, washing the car, changing the beds, and all the routine maintenance that keeps the ranch operating. Lest we forget, there are the seasons too---football, basketball, baseball, soccer, rugby, judo, karate---to include our favorite teams, kids sports, children, grand-children, nieces, nephews, the neighbors, and television round the clock. Oh yeah, birthday parties, anniversaries, weddings, showers, covered dish suppers, church events, Chuck E. Cheese's, and thirty seven other social obligations.
Manic Saturday. And, it's supposed to be the day of rest. So, where did that go, anyway, the idea of "Sabbath"? Even with all the calendar shuffling over the past two millennia, Saturday is still the last day of the week in the Christian-Judeo ethic, the seventh day, the day God rested. Well, some people shifted it to Sunday, the first day of the week, the day Christians remember the resurrection of Jesus Christ, the day most of us worship. So, Sunday is not the day we work at our leisure too.
And, that's exactly why superficiality is the curse of this age (see Richard Foster's The Celebration of Discipline, for the exact quote) and most people are always running on empty. There's no down-time. Worn out by working at our play, then many just play at the worship thing and go back to the job place worn to a frazzle. The domestic home front is crazy because we're living in a time warp of confusion. We humans desperately need time off the treadmill, a Sabbath to totally gather ourselves physically, mentally, and spiritually.
So, here we are, Saturday! Step back. Chill. Relax. Nap. Rest. Refresh. And decide right this minute to worship tomorrow.