“The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath.”  – Mark 2:27 

The joke we have all heard – or maybe it’s not a joke – is that no one ever made a death-bed confession wishing he or she had spent more time at the office.  Yet, we live in a culture that glorifies busyness whereby we obtain bragging rights for the hours we spend and the sweat we pour into hard work.  Indeed, we have come to believe that work is the great virtue above all virtues, thus the more time we spend at work and the harder we go at it the more virtuous we are.

At the same time there’s an old folk proverb that claims idleness to be the devil’s workshop.  By not keeping ourselves busy, in other words, we put ourselves at risk of doing something we shouldn’t, things that are mischievous or harmful, and get us into trouble.

I have to admit being guilty of both at various times in my life.  The times I have done things I shouldn’t and gotten into trouble, those actions have inevitably hatched in an incubator of idleness.  At the other extreme there have been times when I have immersed myself in work to the extent of losing track of time and awareness of the world around me, earning bragging rights about how long and hard I worked.  But then I have been brought back to my senses – thanks mostly to wife’s stern reminders – that there are other things of greater importance than spending more time at the office.

“Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy.  Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath . . . On it you shall not do any work . . .” (Exodus 20:8-10).  Mistakenly viewed as arbitrary, impractical and even irrelevant in today’s high-work-ethic Western society, this fourth of the Ten Commandments instead is meant to be practical, given to us for our own well-being.  Its intention is that we take time to rest from our labors, to pause and enjoy our relationships with others and with God, and reflect on Him and all He has provided; for “The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath,” Jesus reminds us, so that our lives will be filled with abundance – rather than regret for spending too much time at the office.

“Let the blame be on me alone.”  1 Samuel 25:24 

Following the death of Samuel David and his servants were traveling through the Desert of Maon when they encountered a wealthy landowner named Nabal.  David was apparently acquainted with who Nabal was because he had previously entertained his shepherds and been kind to them when they had been in David’s own backyard.  Presuming Nabal would be kind enough to return the favor David asked if he might spare some food for his own men, but Nabal, notorious for being “surly and mean in his dealings” refused.  Fortunately, Nabal was married to a kind, intelligent, and beautiful woman named Abigail, who upon learning of – and perhaps embarrassed by – her husband’s lack of hospitality, gathered up a generous supply of food and wine, loaded it on several donkeys and had it sent out to David’s men, without her husband’s knowledge.

What I find curious in the story though is this.  When Abigail came out to meet David face-to-face, she fell down before him begging forgiveness.  “My lord, let the blame be on me alone.”  Now, if she felt shame or embarrassment by her husband’s behavior and offered the men some food to make up for it, that’s understandable.  But to bear the blame – all of it?  Which begs the question, are we to be held responsible when someone else misbehaves?

One judge thought so.  It occurred on a cold winter night in 1935 when New York City’s colorful Depression era mayor, Fiorello LaGuardia, took over the bench in a night court in one of the city’s poorest wards.  A tattered old woman was brought before him, charged with steeling a loaf of bread.  She told LaGuardia that her daughter’s husband had deserted her, her daughter was sick, and her two grandchildren were starving.  Yet the shopkeeper refused to drop the charges.  LaGuardia sighed, then turned to the woman and said, “I’ve got to punish you, the law makes no exceptions – ten dollars or ten days in jail.”  Simultaneously he reached into his own pocket producing the ten dollars to cover the fine.  “Here is the ten-dollar fine which I now remit.  And furthermore, I am going to fine everyone in this courtroom fifty cents for living in a town where a person has to steal bread so that her grandchildren can eat!”. . .  And what about me, I wonder?  Have I contributed to a culture in which people have to steal bread to eat, or feel they must lie, cheat and steal to get ahead in the world.  If that is so, then let the blame be on me.

“Teach us to number our days aright.”  – Psalm 90:12 

Art Linkletter, the late comedian, for many years hosted a TV game show called People Are Funny.  It was so long ago I don’t remember much about the show’s content except that the show’s title pretty well described the main theme of Art Linkletter’s humor, that people are funny.  He had a unique gift for observing the funny things that people do and say, and a style of presenting those observations in hilarious ways that were neither belittling nor embarrassing, yet made us laugh not only at other people but at ourselves.  He put smiles on our faces because he loved people and found humor in the crazy things we say and do, which for him is what made life fun and exciting, and positive, and in turn inspired his audiences to feel that way too.

I had not thought of Art Linkletter in years until recently when my cousin and dear friend Jimmy passed away, and as I had the opportunity to be around family and close friends at his memorial service it occurred to me as we all shared stories about him that the central theme of his life was similar in that he too loved people and found humor in the crazy things we say and do.  Every conversation I ever had with Jimmy, which were fairly frequent, was laced with laughter, mostly swapping funny stories about our experiences with some of the characters we knew from the respective small towns where we grew up.  And like Art Linkletter, Jimmy never belittled people in talking about their shenanigans, just that the stories were amusing – and generally speaking, that people are funny.

“The length of our days is seventy years – or eighty, if we have the strength,” Moses wrote in his Psalm.  So, I suppose we can’t argue that Jimmy did not have a long, full life.  Yet, for those of us who knew and loved him it still seems too short.  Jimmy, though, was not naïve about the length of life, realizing that it is short and that we must use our time wisely and for good purposes.  That is what inspired him to live the way he did, loving God and people, with a big heart and sense of humor, laughing at life in a healthy way, yet with great compassion and generosity toward others.

As Moses also wrote in his Psalm: “Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”  Thank you Cousin Jimmy for reminding us of the importance of numbering our days, and for being an example of how to live an abundant life.

“Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”  – Hebrews 12:1 

For most of my adult life I have been a physical fitness person, exercising several days a week.  Some refer to folks like me as “gym rats”, except I prefer outdoors when the weather allows, using my gym membership mostly when it is cold or rainy.  My focus has mostly been on anerobic exercise like running and biking, although I finally aged out from running before my knees and hips gave completely out.  To be clear, my primary motive in exercising is an attempt to be healthy, and while I do find some pleasure and rewards in it, for me exercise is hard work.  Often times, in fact, I have to talk to myself pretty hard to (a) get up out my chair and go do it, and to (b) maintain the level of intensity required to reach the goals I set for myself; that is, it requires perseverance.

Has it been worth it after all these years you might ask?  Well, yes and no.  It is frustrating because despite all my efforts I still seem to struggle with some of the same chronic conditions as those with less healthy lifestyles.  Yet, when I complained about this to one of my doctors she set me straight right away.  “No, no,” she responded, “you’re looking at it all wrong.  Instead, think how much worse those conditions would be if you did not have such a healthy lifestyle.”  Good advice, and what a lesson in the value of perseverance.

Among the many delusions I had about life back in my younger days was that becoming wealthy and not having to work for a living seemed like a splendid idea, to be able lounge on a beach somewhere without a care in the world.  Jesus, though, in one of his well-known parables referred to a man with such delusions as a fool, and soon I came to realize he was right.  Indeed, what a fool I was to ever dream of such a thing.

Productive work, after all, is what we were created for, and it is through our work that we find fulfillment.  But like my exercise program it is not always easy, nor is all work as financially rewarding as we might wish it to be.  But as my doctor pointed out, think how much worse off we would be if we didn’t work.  I love that I have work to do, and grateful every day for the ability to do so, regardless of the amount of compensation, if any at all.  It is a gift from God.  So, may we all keep up the good work for as long as we are able, that we may “run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”

“I will confirm my covenant between me and you . . .”  – Genesis 17:2 

Contracts are part of our lives.  No one in this day-and-age can escape being party to a contract of some sort.  If you have a roof your head, for example, whether a house or an apartment, rented or purchased, you no doubt signed a contract.  And anyone in any kind of business is certainly familiar with the world of contracts.  Even in professions such as my own, contracts between coach and client are common practice.  Simply put, contracts are legal agreements that bind two or more parties to fulfill their part of the bargain.

Such documents, of course, would not be necessary if participating parties could be trusted to fulfill their promises.  Unfortunately, humans from the beginning of time have had a history of failing to do so.  There are exceptions, however, like Jerry who for thirty years was my closest friend in my previous profession.  He and I would talk daily during the work week sharing information and ideas.  And although we were in the same business, we were in fact competitors – at least the companies we worked for were competitors, and bitter ones at that.  Yet, over the years we partnered on hundreds of transactions that proved extremely lucrative for both parties.  But because these transactions demanded immediate decision-making, written contracts were not consummated until long after the fact, and then only to satisfy regulatory requirements for documentation.  And not once over the course of thirty years was there ever a dispute, disagreement, or misunderstanding.

The key to success, you see, had little to do with the contracts between the two firms, and everything to do with the covenant between two long-time friends.  The difference between the two according to writer, philosopher Os Guinness is that “a covenant is broader and a contract narrower, the one being emphatically moral and the other being purely legal.”

Indeed, God’s promise to Abraham was a covenant, not a contract.  “I will confirm my covenant between me and you . . .,” same for God’s covenant between Moses and the Israelite people.  Contracts are legal agreements devised for humans, but covenants include elements of the Sacred.  No one in this day-and-age can escape being party to a contract, but can you imagine a world where covenants were the rule, not the exception?