This morning I sat around with a group of mamas from around the city; some kind ladies were watching our babies, and we then had a couple of hours to eat biscuits and drink tea and just breathe. We’re reading and discussing this book together, and as we talked through the stories and laws of 1st century Judaism, we also then applied a question to our own lives: what laws of love and of justice and of truth could be applied to our context and culture today?
It’s a tough question to answer, but as we wove our way around various themes and ideas, we soon landed on the theme of Sabbath. Biblically, Sabbath represented the Israelites taking a day to rest and (essentially) be with each other and with the Lord.
Does that mean that we too begin to eat Kosher, like our Jewish brothers and sisters, observing and taking the blessed bacon out of our diets? (Not the bacon, no!)
Does it mean turning off our lights and vowing to not use electricity, as to then truly know and honor all the Lord’s given to us?
We realized that for us, in San Francisco, California, in the year 2013, the greatest thing we could do is turn away from technology for 24 hours a week.
Say it ain’t so, puh-lease.
No WordPress, no e-mail and no Pinterest.
And – dear God – no Words With Friends.
Please join me for a moment of silence.
This isn’t a new concept for me, so you’d think by now that I’d get it. You’d think – especially just once a week – that I’d learned how to fully be present with my husband and my son, that I’d stopped brainlessly thumbing my way through Facebook to pass time, and that’d I’d given myself permission to stop staring at the computer screen for 24 short hours. You’d think that I’d be so, so excited to read that stack of books and magazines that continue to pile up, despite my best efforts, because true to my own mantra, better readers make better writers.
But nope, nada, zip. I’m not there yet.
And knowing full well that I have to give myself grace – heaps and heaps of grace, as I’m prone to dishing out this year – I want it and I need it. For my identity is not in the number of Facebook comments or Instagram “likes” I receive; it’s not in the traffic log of visitors to this ol’ WordPress site, nor in the absolute domination I might experience in a triple-worded, double-letter Words With Friends game. (Ugh, that one still hurts).
Our identity, my identity is far, far from that – even if I have to be reminded sometimes again and again and again.
Join me, will you?0