Sunday, July 31, 1990
Sunday is the day of rest and rejuvenation for the spirit. I used to think that ‘fast’ Sunday was not fast at all. How could it be a ‘rest’ day when we hurried to meetings and home to hurry through dinner so we could hurry to another meeting?
Dad was gone from early morn til night. There was no time for rest. I hear my mother’s voice saying, “There is no rest for the wicked and the righteous do not need any.” I never figured out if we were wicked or righteous because I tried to do good but I felt I could use some rest.
I did know that the realization, that the fast Sunday did not mean the day would go speedily by, came to me through years of maturing and experiencing beautiful spiritual feasts.
At an early age I began to understand the feelings which permeate my soul. I feel a great uplift to my spirit. I realize that by participating in fasting and prayer I am fed. ‘Fast’ is to hold me ‘fast’ to the gospel.
-EHG
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