I read an article the other day that claimed that a large percentage of people when asked what day it is have trouble coming up with the correct answer. And that Friday is the most popular day of the week. I remember my parents in law in their declining years having the same problem as they said one day seemed like any other except for Thursday when the rubbish bins went out.
In the throes of coping with being a new mother to a squawking baby I realised there were no weekends to look forward to. Is that why Friday is so popular - heralding the end of the working week and a change of pace.
Now in my retirement years it's a bit the same but for a different reason. The days just roll on by. Plenty to but all the same. Except for Sunday. It s the day to change focus. To seek out like minded people. To stop and think about things divine and look up instead of around.
When I was growing up Sunday were days to not do things - no shopping, no TV and so on. Our day was full anyway with church and Christian Endeavour in the morning, Sunday school in the afternoon and church again at night often with youth events thrown in as well
Some may feel restricted by the notion of Sunday being a different day. But I see it as a day of rest in the sense that it is a chance to stop the stuff of the rest of the week.
Years ago when we were renovating our large decrepit house we worked on plastering and painting long into the night after out little ones were tucked into bed. It was tiring even though satisfying. But how grateful I was for Sunday. A day off. A change to change pace and refresh. How many in our world today need this. I know I do. Sunday. A special day.
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