Through the lens of Young married
The feasts — sacred time
The first feast in Leviticus 23 is the most subversive. The Sabbath. Every seventh day, stop. We are not slaves anymore.
Marriages forget how to Sabbath. The list of things to do never ends. The kids’ activities, the work that came home, the chores that piled up, the texts that need replying. Sunday becomes the most exhausting day of the week.
The Sabbath is the Father’s gift to a married couple. One day. Just one. Where the goal is not output but presence. No optimizing. No catching up. No pressing forward. Just resting in the Father’s love and in each other’s.
Most marriages I know have eroded their Sabbaths slowly. They didn’t reject it. They just kept adding things to it. Until the Sabbath was just a busy Sunday with church added.
One small thing this week: pick one block of time — three hours, six hours, the whole day — and Sabbath together. Phones off. To-do list put down. Spend the time in worship, in walking, in eating slowly, in being together without project. Let the day form you.