Sunday morning I stopped by Publix like I do every Sunday morning. I swing in and grab our standing order of 3 dozen doughnuts for the children of all ages at our early worship service. It has become one of the most eye opening events of my week.
One week the cashier, after I mentioned they were for church, asked, “Where is there a church on Daniel Island?” We’ve only been here for 14 years, just blending into the landscape.
Last Sunday as I was checking out the bag boy looked at the doughnuts, at me with my coat and tie on and asked, “So are these for your co-workers?
When I said they are for church he said rather nonchalantly, “Oh yeah, it is Sunday!”
“Remember the sabbath day, and keep it holy. For six days you shall labour and do all your work. But the seventh day is a sabbath to the Lord your God; you shall not do any work—you, your son or your daughter, your male or female slave, your livestock, or the alien resident in your towns. For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but rested the seventh day; therefore the Lord blessed the sabbath day and consecrated it.”
I guess that is just so old fashioned! Like having a ‘u’ in labor!