There is a point to pause and ponder. There must be. It is the way to be human- to mirror the divine. For He too rested from all His work that he had done in creation. To keep creating without rest, without reflection to say “it is good” is to ignore the way of the infinite, for God knew when to say “it is finished.”
Instead of Sabbath we rebuild Babel- an ever reaching, towering monument of self and achievement. Look what I have done! Look how far I’ve come! See what I am building? Look at me! Fill every waking second like sand in a jar of rocks with all the things to build Babel with, and there is little to no room left for Sabbath.
It is when we get quiet that we can hear and acknowledge that what we are building may be a dangerous delusion. That instead of getting closer to God in all the bustle we are actually running further away. For in order to know God, we must first be still. We must cease the efforts, the vanity of waking early and lying down late as if all the world depends upon what we can accomplish or fit in between sunrise and sunset.
When we pause in our day, in the week, on holiday, and in the intentional moments of quietude, we both consider all the work that has been done from the Sabbath before until now, and we rest. And we remember grace- the very thing that brought us here- our coming, eternal Sabbath.
Let us not be fooled in an advancing technological age, with high speed connections and multi-framed, interfaced screens. Our cleverness will never overcome our need for a Savior. Perhaps there is an enemy seeking to fool us that it will, and so we try, and we run still, further away.
May the believer lay down the shovel at Babel and build a Kingdom that will never end. May she remember that unless the Lord builds, she labors in vain. Unless He watches, she stays up in vain. There is no anxiousness in Sabbath. There is only peace and contentment with the work accomplished. When a season of toil is through, be it a week or a few, let Sabbath rest occupy the mind, body, and soul of all who desire the way of the infinite- the Creator and Lord of the Sabbath. And then we can say, “It is good.”
A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.
127 Unless the Lord builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
the watchman stays awake in vain.
2 It is in vain that you rise up early
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.
3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children[a] of one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.[b]