Today’s Sabbath looked a lot different to normal. There was no travelling to a specific church building. No gathering around the Word and Communion of a community of believers. No corporate worship.
But Sabbath there was. Worship there was.
Today it was found in the listening to the Tui’s singing. It was found standing under a canopy of blossom trees in the warmth of the winter sun. It was found in the stillness of the harbour and the crispness of the air.
“Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it. Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.”Psalm 96:11-12
St Thérèse of Lisieux said: “I was between six and seven when I saw the sea for the first time. I could not turn away my eyes: its majesty, the roaring of the waves, the whole vast spectacle impressed me deeply and spoke to my soul of God’s power and greatness.”
This Sabbath was an opportunity to meet God amongst His creation.
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.”Psalm 19:1