Smelling
roses in January may seem a little odd, but that is why I love snow and ice days,
because it allows me an opportunity to STOP for more than just an hour at
church. The ice yesterday, gave me an opportunity to “stop and smell the roses”
to stay home, to rest and to enjoy a day of relaxation.
“Today is holy to
the LORD your God. Do not be sad, and do not weep”—for all the people were
weeping as they heard the words of the law. He said further: “Go, eat rich
foods and drink sweet drinks, and allot portions to those who had nothing
prepared; for today is holy to our LORD. Do not be saddened this day, for
rejoicing in the LORD must be your strength!” Neh 8: 8-10
But doesn’t it seem sad that we have to
be “forced” to slow down, to do nothing, to stay home—to keep holy the
Sabbath—not just one hour that I would have designated for church, but the
entire day. Is history repeating itself “for the people were weeping as they
heard the words of the law?”
Was I saddened because my plans for
Sunday were cancelled, and I HAD to “rest” on the Sabbath? Did I regret that church might be cancelled
and I might not be able to spend time in a place of worship? Or was I
frustrated or regretful because I realized the “law”—God’s law-- was going to
be carried out without my control, beyond my control, and in HIS control –with
an ice storm.
I personally felt true joy when Stan
said it was still possible to go to church and I rejoiced because I was blessed
to be able to dine with Jesus in receiving the Eucharist. Not only did I have
the opportunity to spend time in the rose garden, but I was able to smell the
roses in rest for the entire day.
Because everything in the secular
world was cancelled or postponed I felt
a sense of peace that I did not even have to make a choice that I could just
spend the day as it was originally intended when God created it—in rest,
relaxation and quiet.
The saying “stop and smell the roses”
always reminds me that there is something more than the busy stuff that I often
find myself doing. It is a reminder for me to become Mary instead of Martha,
(Lk 10: 38-42) to look around me for the “better part,” the creations of God,
that I have put aside or missed because I have on blinders, I am “too” busy,
and I have become desensitized to God’s purpose for me.
Yesterday was an opportunity to slow
down long enough to find “the better part,” to “check” my attitude, my
“values,” and my “priorities” for what is and what should be truly important.
So, how has the culture desensitized
all of us to the original purpose of the day of rest? And beyond that how has
the culture desensitized us to all of God’s purpose for us?
Has Sunday, the Lord’s day, become just
another day to rush, to do, and to achieve something? Am I going so fast that I
don’t have time to slow down for one day, yet alone one hour of one day?
And I think of someone who is in pain,
who is suffering for any reason. Is that pain blinding them, or is the pain
instead creating for them an opportunity to turn back to God, to grow, and to
change? Is there a “silver lining,” a “rose” in nature, in what God proclaims
for our Sundays, our today, and our every day?
“Jesus returned to
Galilee in the power of the Spirit, and news of him spread throughout the whole
region. He taught in their synagogues and was praised by all. …. He stood up to
read and was handed a scroll of the prophet Isaiah…. ‘The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has
anointed me to bring glad tidings to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim
liberty to captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go
free, and to proclaim a year acceptable to the Lord. …. He said to them, “Today this Scripture passage is
fulfilled in your hearing.” Lk 4: 14-21
Heavenly Father, Your Spirit and glory
has created roses in every corner of the world. Open my eyes to see them and my
ears to hear you. Help me to take the time to smell them and feel the joy they
are intended to produce in my life. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity
for a day off, to rest and to see beyond this hectic world. Amen.
Is time rushing past you? Are you
seeing and feeling thorns instead of flowers? When was the last time you truly
“stopped” to smell the roses?
The roses of God are true and
beautiful. Taste and see the goodness of the Lord,
Blessings,
Charlotte
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