Category Archives: Keeping holy the Sabbath Day

Hard Work Brings Its Own Rewards

What happened to good ol’ hard work? I mean really? What happened? When physical work went away, we lost the lessons that came with that hard work and I don’t think we realized it. As an example, my children have no idea what “hanging laundry” means, but I can close my eyes and hear Grandma singing and smell the flowers she diligently planted and tended in her yard by the laundry lines. I can smell those crisp white sheets that she ironed and put on the guest bed for me. Yes, it was hard work, but both the results and process were amazing!

How about homegrown vegetables–remember those? Both sets of my grandparents had giant gardens that produced more than they could ever use. They canned what they might need in the winter, but then they shared with neighbors and whoever was in need. The closest my children can come to understand this is having a commercial canned food drive for the food pantry at church. I would like to say I learned to garden from my grandparents, but I grew up in the city where my parents had moved which was far from the family farm and small town where my grandparents lived.

My paternal grandparents were farmers, although both had college educations which was rare for those times. My maternal grandparents were a barber and housewife who took in washing and ironing. Both sets of grandparents knew what hard work meant. My parents were wise enough to send me and my siblings for long visits during the summer. It was during these trips that I learned to hand wash dishes, hang laundry, make beds, weed gardens, fish for dinner, herd cattle out of the corn, drive a vehicle, walk to daily Mass, and build wood bridges over creeks.

Telling you all about my grandparents makes me miss them terribly since they have all passed on. They loved me in a very special way. My own husband never really knew any of his grandparents because they had all died by the time he was five years old. He did get to know three of my four grandparents which was a blessing for him.

I’ve thought a lot about my grandparents and their hard work ethic. I think the real secret to their ability to work hard was their ability to rest. They had a mid-afternoon rest time where we would all gather in their living room and pick our nap spot. They had the most comfortable pillows in the world. I can still see them and feel them in my mind’s eye. And somehow that room was cool, even though they didn’t have air conditioning. We would rest for an hour and it was wonderful. We were ready to go with another round of work once we had rested.

Even better yet, as hard as they all worked, they loved God even more. So on Sundays, after Mass, we enjoyed time together over a large meal. We did nothing on Sundays except be with Christ and be together. It was slice of heaven on earth. All my grandparents had faith and lived it the best way they knew how. I may not have learned how to garden from them or how to run a farm, nor do I have the rewards of the type of hard physical work they knew, but I have something even better — their faith.

Carving Out Sacred Time

If you saw my family calendar for April, you might just throw up your hands and walk away. Each family member’s activities are highlighted in a different color, and anything that is for the entire family is highlighted green. From a distant, it looks like a collage of pinks, blues, purples, yellows, and oranges. When I glance at the calendar, I can see by the amount of green, just how often we get to do things together as a family. I would like to say that the calendar is mostly green. But it’s not. Yet, to be fair, we are together all day long unlike most families today. That makes the crazy collage a little easier to stomach.

All of this brings to mind the need for me to carve out sacred time, family time, or as Matthew Kelly says, “carefree timelessness.” With all of our activities that flow over into the weekend, and with technology making us available to anyone and everyone at a moment’s notice, carving out time for God or for our families has become a real battle. As a Christian living in America, I struggle with God’s commandment to “Remember the Sabbath Day, to keep it holy.”

I long for a return to the days when stores were closed on Sundays. A time when families and friends gathered or visited each other on that day. I do make sure to attend Mass on the Lord’s Day, as Christ requested. But I do not believe that is enough. I want true rest and true peace and true community. I long for a return to holiness as a people of God. I do speak of my hope and desire for this to the people who plan these busy activities on Sundays, but mostly I am ignored. It is terribly sad to know that we have given up so much to gain so little. I wonder when I stand before God just how He will see all of this. I wonder how to impact change if I cannot change my own family in this regard. I wonder.