Why It Matters

It’s not like he didn’t know the date.

She had been reminding him about their Big Day for almost a month:

“Honey, remember that our Big Day is in exactly four weeks.” She had said over breakfast one morning.

“My dear, I’d like to have dinner at Azul on our Big Day. Could you please make the reservation?” She had said over dinner two weeks later. And then—“Don’t tell Jo to come over next week! Remember it’s going to be our Big Day!”

She was a forbearing woman. Being married to her husband had taught her that much. And it’s not like he didn’t love her, but he always just did things his way without sparing much of a thought to the significance of what some things meant. So it was with a sad shake of the head that she saw their Big Day come and go without him making so much as an allusion to their anniversary.

At night she tossed restlessly in bed—so much so that she inadvertently woke him up.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He said sitting up.

“No—nothing is wrong. I’m just—I don’t know. I just can’t sleep.”

“Is something the matter?”

“No. Not really. I’m sorry I woke you up—Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t look at me that way! Nothing is wrong!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes… No. Well. Okay, fine.” She sat up, determined to get it out. Maybe by getting it out of her system she might find some rest. “It’s about today. Do you remember what day it is today?”

He recited the date.

“Yes, I know the day, month, year.” She broke in impatiently, “Honey: It was our anniversary! I just can’t believe you forgot. I mean—even yesterday I asked you about the reservations and you said you’d made them!”

“Oh, but Honey, I did!”

“Well what happened?”

He had the grace to look a little sheepish, “Well, today was a bit inconvenient, and since you know how hard I work and how tight my schedule is, I knew—hoped, really—you wouldn’t mind if we celebrated it some other day? I was thinking next week?”

“What!?”

“Yeah, it will be the weekend after Valentines! It will be great—like killing two birds with one stone! From now on, we could celebrate both our anniversary and Valentine’s on February 15th or on the 16th! I mean, I don’t see how a simple change like this could matter…”

Her eyes have glazed over. She doesn’t even hear past the part where he says that they can take advantage of the reduced prices on flowers and candy if they do it on the new date he has picked. With a sigh, she plops back in her pillow, wishing that he could see just why it matters, and wishing she loved him just a little bit less so that guilt wouldn’t keep her from sending to the couch.

 

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Friends, God is a lover, too. And he also wants you to remember something special.

Remember what?

Remember to observe the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. You have six days each week for your ordinary work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath day of rest dedicated to the Lord your God. Exodus 20:8-9

You must remember the true Sabbath. The Sabbath observed on the seventh day of the week: on Saturday. The Sabbath was instituted at the time of man’s innocence: at the Garden of Eden. It is special in every respect and better than anything God had given man up until then. Yes, it was better than the sun, moon and stars; better than the Garden of Eden; better than marriage and–yes–sex. Unsurpassable, it is the ultimate symbol of communion with God and commitment to do his will, and like marriage, it should still be considered as sacred and holy just as God initially intended it to be and on the day of his choosing (rather than on the day that is most convenient or the one that most people go along with).

In Exodus 20, God had to remind Israel of the Sabbath. You see, the seventh day Sabbath  was nothing new. Most people think that it was at Sinai that the Sabbath was given to Moses, like a brand new pair of shoes that only fit on Jewish feet. No. It is a gift for all humanity for all time.

And it matters which day is your and God’s Big Day, so get it right.

God loves it when his children gather together to worship his name. It is true that he takes pleasure when you come to him any day of the week. But Saturday is your and his Big Day, and no one can get, or should get, in between a God and his child.

Anyone who teaches otherwise, or institutes another day, is entirely out of line.

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