This is one of those Sundays when I'm not preaching on the text.
I still find myself thinking about it. This week I also found myself thinking a lot about time and what it means to rest.
I ended last week's writing by mentioning how stating that one does not have time is really not the best way to think about time and what it truly is--a gift.
In a sense, to say "I don't have the time" is a cop out. It's like giving up before you even start.
Time is such a unique gift. It's been called that even by those who state no faith in a gracious, giving God. Seneca, who lived about the time of Jesus, said these fascinating words about time (Ad Lucilium, vol. 1, ep. 1): Omnia sunt aliena, tempus est tantum nostrum. Loosely put: "Nothing is ours, except time."
Time really is a unique and special gift.
I was at the zoo today and noticed how slowly those massive turtles went. They went at the pace God gave them.
There's a sermon of Martin Luther based on the text "Do not be anxious" within the Sermon on the Mount, and he gives a wonderful perspective of how God secretly lengthens and shortens the efforts of people on earth so that they hopefully learn not to depend on their own works but on the blessings of a gracious God.
That's wonderfully comforting--whatever the text.