Candles lit, hands washed, and shofar blown, I sit down to a Sabbath meal with my family. It all goes perfectly. Not exactly. It’s always fun trying to explain to my 6 and 4 year old daughters the idea of rest and peace that the Sabbath brings, especially when my one year old son is tossing food from his high chair. Or trying to have a good chat with them about who Jesus is while they are making a mess with their soy sauce and their cherries. Or reading a few verses from the Bible while my son is seemingly trying to outmatch my voice. But it’s all worth while when we bow our heads and my girls pray their beautiful childlike prayers thanking Jesus for being their hero, teacher, and savior. Brings a tear to a dad’s eyes. Bring on the wild sabbath dinners any time. Thank you Jesus for your rest, even in the wildness of life.
Peace in Christ brothers and sisters