Some Keep the Sabbath

I did not go into a church today, but I worshiped nonetheless. I worshiped with my hands in bread dough. I scraped tiles and washed dishes in the spirit of Francis of Assisi. I communed with Spirit sitting outside in January sunshine. I rejoiced as I tasted the fresh bread, breaking it with my daughter. I danced, and sang (some praise songs, some pop songs. Even ‘Never On Sunday’…) I was in gratitude, and release, and rest.

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