The first thing I see on Sunday morning is my blinking Blackberry. The second is my computer screen and depending on what's there dictates how long it takes me to get to the mirror in the bathroom.  



If I spent as much time reflecting on what it truly meant to rest in the reality that I am a person, made with purpose and a beauty defined not by my accomplishments or accolades, but in the truth that I was made for more than checking Gmail, flicking through Facebook, or plotting my next "big move" -- maybe I wouldn't have missed the whisper that told me to turn left at the fork five miles back because where I'm headed is open water and my car wasn't made to swim. 



So given that the Fourth Commandment is Sabbath, maybe that's my biggest sin -- and Rest is the reason why things are so clear during weddings and funerals and Thanksgiving and Christmas. 



So given that the Fourth Commandment is Sabbath, maybe I should ask for forgiveness for not pausing to read my road map. Forgiveness for stopping to ponder the possibility that I was going the wrong way only after I burst into the wrong destination and a doctor is laying dead at the base of his church, a black church is burned to the ground, a broken wife and child are moving out of a pastor's house, and a man is now on the witness stand who since someone touched him has never been a child.  



So given that the Fourth Commandment is Sabbath maybe I should schedule a recurring vacation so that I can sit with God and family and friends and think about what I am doing and where I am going before I relapse on my addictions -- my addictions to accomplishment, prejudice, cynicism, pessimism, body image, selfish ambition, new year's resolutions, making to-do lists and making lists of things never meant for me to fix. 


So given that the Fourth Commandment is Sabbath, this Sunday I'm going to the gym and walk with God to Columbus Circle before church at 7pm. 



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