Day of Rest

Sunday. A holy day. A time for ceasing your labor and honor God. When I was a child, the Blue Laws were in effect (yes, I am that old). Stores and other commercial enterprises could not be open on Sundays, so you stayed home. We were confined to our beds. Not just to our rooms, but we had to be in a horizontal position on our bed. We could read, but no talking or playing with toys.

At the time, while I didn't hate the rule, I did wish sometimes that we could be outside when the weather was pleasant. I learned to love reading and read my way steadily through the small local public library which owned all the best series books for children not to mention wonderful geography picture books and every imaginable biography.

Now I find myself reading all day once again, but not for pleasure in the strict sense. I am still catching up with assignments from being away at the conference. I am determined to be even steven by Tuesday, so I read most of Saturday when I wasn't actually working, and most of today when I wasn't working.

Its not exactly resting. Fortunately, I have been able to resist the temptation to close my eyes and snooze. I have to stop every few hours because reading these days causes double vision and after awhile, I just can't seem to squint hard enough to figure out what it is I am supposed to be reading. Which is OK. Sometimes, the brain can only process so much.

Especially when reading John Calvin. That man could say in a million words what the average person could manage in ten. He turns every topic every which way and a few directions you can't even imagine. As my professor says, you can't accuse him of not thinking!

And on that note, back to the books.