Stumbling Into my Need for a Better Sabbath

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In third or fourth grade, on “bring your parent to school day”, my mom came and taught my class how to set a table. It wasn’t anything crazy. There weren’t multiple layers of special use forks or plates of varying sizes and functions. It was simply a lesson in basic table setting etiquette, and I’ve never forgotten it.

Start with the plate in the center of the setting. Next, the fork, which goes to the left of the plate. The knife flanks the plate on the right side, cutting edge turned in, and is followed by the spoon. The cup nestles in above the knife and spoon on the upper right side of the plate – not quite touching anything, but pulled in close enough to belong to the setting.

This is the format we followed most days during my growing up years. Plate, cup, fork, knife, spoon. A simple ritual in the rhythm of our day to day.

Yesterday (Sunday) was a feast day in my 40-day fasting journey, an amazing break in the rhythm of fasting that happens every seventh day. To me, it meant one glorious thing. For one beautiful day, I could eat whatever I wanted.

Last Sunday I was shocked by the bounty of a feast day. After four days of millet, bananas, rice, chicken, bread and spinach, I was physically exhausted. Friday and Saturday night I went to bed before nine pm. Then came Sunday.

My food brain went into overdrive. I started with my favorite Bon Appetit  Ham and Cheese waffles with maple syrup. (If you haven’t tried these, set aside a weekend morning, give yourself a pass on how much butter you’ll be consuming, and go wild.)

The rest of the day was a beautiful blur of feta and spinach chicken sausages, veggie hash, sopapillas and sangria and cupcakes. Church felt, for the first time in a long time, celebratory. The amazing friends who came over that night (many who were also fasting/feasting) sat around our big, wide kitchen table and talked over the sounds of our crazy, giggling children running wild through the living room.

Heaven on earth, all of it.

In the natural cycle of spiritual life, there’s this thing called Sabbath. It started as remembrance of God’s day of rest and enjoyment after six days of creating the world. Later on, in the book of Exodus 20, the Isrealites are told to “Observe the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Work six days and do everything you need to do. But the seventh day is a Sabbath to God.”

Sounds great, right? A prescribed day of rest.  Except that usually, the idea of a Sabbath is a little like an estranged friend in my vocabulary. Sunday is no different than any other day in terms of mothering work. There are still messes to pick up, diapers to change, squabbles to sort out.

In fact, if I were to be completely honest, Sunday is usually anything but restful. Usually, either Jason or I are playing on worship team at church. The girls are shuttled into nursery and Sunday school. We get home well after nap time was supposed to start, and still haven’t had lunch yet. The house is usually in shambles, and the last thing on my mind is claiming a holy Sabbath.

And yet.

Somewhere, somehow in this journey, I feel myself waiting to lay a better claim to Sunday rest, to the idea of Sabbath or Shabbat. I don’t want my feast day to just pay homage to all the food I can eat, or worse yet, just be a giant day of gluttony before I go back into couscous mode.

Here’s what I’m thinking. I need a better way to observe the idea of a Sabbath feast. So I started digging around the interwebs and, after wading through a lot of interesting sites, found myself pulled up short with these words.

This is a Sabbath reading from Rabbi Naomi Levy. I felt a little creeped out, like this stranger had a glimpse into my kitchen window for a day and then said hey, friend. I wrote something for you.

Regardless of how they reveal all my flaws, these lines are simple and straight, like small arrows pointing the right direction out the back of my pierced and defective heart.

“I love to change the world,
But I rarely appreciate things as they are.
I know how to give,
But I don’t always know how to receive.
I know how to keep busy,
But I don’t often listen.
I look, but I don’t often see.
I yearn to succeed,
But I often forget what is truly important.
Teach me, God, to slow down. May my resting revive me.
May it lead me to wisdom, to holiness
To peace and to You.

– Rabbi Naomi Levy

Next Sunday, I will prepare for Sabbath. It might be simple – a candle on Saturday night and a quiet, purposeful prayer time. An early morning wake up to get ready before the family is up. A meal that’s ready right after we get home from church. A table that’s been set the way I was taught. A nap for every member of the family – not just the four and under crowd. Another candle at the end of the day, another pause to pray, write, or read.

Shabbat shalom. (Hopefully.)

Do you have any Sunday, Sabbath, or Shabbat habits, routines, or practices that you observe? I’d love to hear about them!


11 thoughts on “Stumbling Into my Need for a Better Sabbath

  1. This is lovely. We just changed our Sabbath from Sunday to Saturday, hoping for a day that feels completely restful because we also are sometimes at church late into the afternoon. So far, I love it!

    The only downside is that now we have to do yardwork, etc. on Sunday after church, which I’m not a fan of. And I will need to prepare for Sabbath on Friday without the help of my husband. Can we just have two Sabbaths? 😉

    So we’ll have to see how it goes. We are also working at staying away from our iphones/ipad/tv etc. away for that day.

    Here’s to a restful Sabbath!


      • Meals are hard, aren’t they? My husband makes pancakes on Saturday, and we have a leisurely coffee together. He doesn’t find that burdensome, thankfully. Lunch is simple like cheese quesadillas or salad. And dinner, ideally, is again, something simple like throw some chicken on the bbq and roasted asparagus. I do prep in the sense that I try to make sure the house is clutter free and set up with clean sheets.

        All of this looks very imperfect- definitely a work in progress over here! Sometimes we just throw in the towel and buy a burrito. I think ideally I’d just have something totally done ahead of time for lunch or dinner but I’m not very organized and I don’t know how to fit it in with homeschool. I love your idea of lighting a candle the night before!

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  2. My husband and I switched over to a Saturday Sabbath sunset to sunset. We wanted to try to follow Sabbath as closely as we could to Biblical times. We don’t do any work – no cooking, cleaning, anything. We do not entertain ourselves with media. The dishes just pile up in the sink. We play with the kids, read our Bibles, pray, research, and try to connect with others.

    It is not working for me. Not at all. Love hearing what others do because I need a change!!!


  3. I have to add this comment from my friend Carol, who wrote it on facebook. It’s such a good idea – I know she won’t mind! 🙂
    From Carol Bisek, blogger at
    I have a suggestion: treat Sunday as if a very honored guest was coming for dinner, but they prefer simple, made in advance or pulled from the freezer, food. Set the table very simply for lunch Saturday night (finger food for breakfast), tidy the house for your guest (shove stuff under the couch or in a closet if you have to), look around with satisfaction before you go to bed because all is ready. Now you’re all set and ready, and even excited, for your honored guest.
    YOU are the honored guest. Ready to eat, then nap, after church.

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  4. Kinda random how I stumbled onto your blog…I went to high school with Jason. I highly recommend “Keeping the Sabbath Wholly” by Marva Dawn. A book that changed my intentionality toward Sabbath-keeping.


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