Are Christians required to keep the Sabbath? That question has been on the back burner of my mind since my last visit with members of the Russian church I described in earlier posts. I know of those who say that the Old Testament Sabbath observance was a picture of the rest believers now have in Christ, and that Christ is the fulfillment of the Sabbath promise of rest. I believe that this is true. Yet I also believed firmly at one time that this meant that Christians were no longer under obligation to keep the Sabbath, as the Old Testament Sabbath observance was simply part of the ceremonial part of the Law of Moses, to which we are no longer obligated since Christ has fulfilled this Law.
Now I'm not so sure. Certainly, while the ceremonial law has been fulfilled and we are no longer under obligation to it, our lives are still to model God's moral law, embodied in the Ten Commandments. It's not okay for Christians to steal, to tell lies about each other, to murder, or to worship idols. But what about the Sabbath?
The Ten Commandments appear in two places, in Exodus and in Deuteronomy. The command to keep the Sabbath is in both places, but the reasons for Sabbath-keeping are different. In Exodus, God says to keep the Sabbath because in six days God created the heavens and the earth, and on the seventh day He rested and sanctified that day. That is certainly of prime importance. But the reason given in Deuteronomy is what struck me recently:
“Observe the Sabbath day, to keep it holy, as the LORD your God commanded you. You shall labor six days, and do all your work; but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the LORD your God, in which you shall not do any work, you, nor your son, nor your daughter, nor your male servant, nor your female servant, nor your ox, nor your donkey, nor any of your livestock, nor your stranger who is within your gates; that your male servant and your female servant may rest as well as you. You shall remember that you were a servant in the land of Egypt, and the LORD your God brought you out of there by a mighty hand and by an outstretched arm: therefore the LORD your God commanded you to keep the Sabbath day.” – Deuteronomy 5:12-15, World English Bible.
The thing about the Deuteronomy passage is that the Sabbath is a reminder to God's earthly people Israel that they were once slaves, and that they have now been set free. What better picture of freedom than the freedom to take a rest? And the enjoyment of that rest was to be a reminder of the God who had provided that rest to His people.
Everybody needs a rest from time to time – a time to sit back, relax, chill, think and get things together. Slaves who are constantly driven by slavedrivers never get such time. (This, by the way, is the reason why some totalist churches who emphasize giving Saturday or Sunday wholly “to the Lord” are so wrong, because what they mean by this is that their members should be frantically busy from sunup to sundown serving the church on its chosen “holy day.” When a person has already worked at least five days earning a wage and tried to cram a day in afterward to take care of house and family, how is he supposed to find “rest” in frantic daylong “church work”?)
Over the years, however, I have noticed the disappearance of seasons of rest in our society, and our transformation into a Sabbath-less society, and I have observed the effects of this transformation. The change began slowly. When I was a kid, I lived in several places where all stores, libraries, movie theaters and other such places were closed on Sunday. During the week, most grocery and drug stores closed around 9 PM (earlier on Saturdays), and most kids had to be off the street by 10 PM. This applied even to liquor stores. But as the culture of America secularized, merchants began toying with the idea of staying open later. When I was a teen, I could find stores that stayed open until 11. Later, some stores began to stay open until after midnight. When my mom was working swing shift and I was at home, during the last year or so before I left high school and joined the Army, I used to sneak out at night and argue politics with a friendly attendant at an all-night gas station.
In the Army, of course, we were able to find many places that stayed open 24/7, like the Denny's restaurants where many of us went after a night on the town. Yet there were occasional reminders of the culture we were all swiftly leaving behind. A somewhat hokey example: I was stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, and we used to watch old re-runs of the Andy Griffith Show. I remember one episode where Andy and the local preacher were in a home, and Opie came in with another boy. Both boys' clothes were torn and Opie had a black eye, and Andy exclaimed, “Opie! Fightin'? On a Sunday?!” There were also the “blue laws” still enforced in many parts of the South, which resulted in most stores being closed on Sunday.
After the Army, I worked swing shift at a defense plant for a while as I tried to put myself through school. I was able to find a few 24/7 grocery stores, yet they were still rare. Later, when I was switched to the day shift, these stores fell from my notice. Putting myself through school was a hard journey with a few fits, starts and detours. When I transferred from a community college to university, and began to have protracted, difficult computer lab assignments, I found myself out frequently after midnight. I came to appreciate the convenience of the burgeoning number of all-night stores, but didn't stop to count the cost of this trend.
When I graduated from college, the Sabbath-less portion of society was still predominantly in the retail sector. While people in manufacturing would occasionally work overtime, including Sundays, to meet emergency deadlines, it was still almost unheard-of for people in the building professions and trades to work Sundays. But during all this time the Internet and home computing had begun to revolutionize American society, along with stores like Kinko's (now FedEx Office) and Starbucks, and trends like online banking and 24/7 cell phone access. Thus this trend eventually caught up to me as I became a design professional.
It began with design firms competing against each other for market share, and promising ever more compressed schedules for completion of ever more complex projects. This fed clients' desires for instant gratification. As firms began to compete for facility maintenance and construction projects for continuous manufacturing operations, we were frequently warned of the extremely high cost of even the smallest interruption. Professionals increasingly found themselves burning the midnight (and weekend) oil to finish underbid projects on schedule, while project managers and executives walked around giving pep talks and spitting two word slogans: “on time,” “on schedule,” “under budget,” “fast-track,” “mission-critical,” “zero-defects,” “design-build,” “profit margin,” and so on. The pressure that was on designers of projects soon fell on construction crews, who now found themselves working round the clock in many cases to build or maintain facilities projects.
Nowadays, in my profession, it's hard to find stable work unless one is willing to make one's entire week (all 168 hours) available to management, and to frequently travel. Awards and speeches are given to celebrate those employees who routinely “go the extra mile” for the client; yet clients have come to regard these efforts no longer as extra, but as normal and customary, as they demand even more. (“I want to mention Joe, whose wife was pregnant and going into contractions, yet who chose to put the needs of the client above his family and drive 28 miles in the snow to fix a ladder logic program failure on one of our CNC lines. Joe, you saved the client $528,000! Atta Boy!!!”)As chickens on speed might frantically peck away non-stop in their search for grains and grubs, so we are trained to frantically and frenetically peck away in our search for ever more dollars.
Against this backdrop, people like me frequently go home on the weekends to find a pile of “personal maintenance” items left undone, and we try hard (and often fail) to catch up. And it's very hard under these circumstances to carve out one day a week in which to just chill, sit back, reflect, recreate and remember our Creator. Yet what better way to show that we are trusting in God than to take a day off once a week? Israel forgot the Sabbath as they became addicted to idols and material gain, and God forcibly idled them during the Babylonian captivity, a seventy-year period during which the Promised Land “enjoyed its Sabbaths” which it had missed. (Leviticus 26:34; 2 Chronicles 36:21) While I don't believe the United States is some sort of parallel to the Israel of the Old Testament, I do think that our exponentially increasing greed and our 24/7 pursuit of wealth is about to suffer its own curtailment. We (and the earth we have raped) may have many opportunities for Sabbath rest as the official economy of godless capitalism disintegrates. But the exploration of that theme is a topic for my other blog, The Well Run Dry...
As for me, where do I stand in relation to the Sabbath? I'm still working on that one. Meanwhile, here are a couple of things to chew on: