The Crescat
… Dear Sunday,
It’s not you. It’s me.
I completely understand why you left and I don’t blame you, Sunday. I treated you terribly, like you were no different than the other days of the week. You used to be special to me and than I started to take you for granted. I would have left too.
It’s no secret that our relationship soured when I began seeing Saturday.
Saturday was casual and effortless. I didn’t have too try hard for Saturday. Saturday was conveniently there whenever I needed it. Saturday fit right into my schedule. No muss, no fuss. Once I started seeing Saturday I started to resent you, Sunday.
Why couldn’t be more laid back like Saturday? Why couldn’t you just let me sleep in? Why did you demand so much of me, Sunday?
Saturday accepted me for who I was…
But I was wrong and now I realize the error of my ways.
Sunday, please take me back.
We had something special. Something meaningful that stood the test of time. Remember when we were kids together? How we would spend the time with our families? Whenever you showed up, Sunday, it was always a festive occasion. Everyone was happy to see you. I adored you and went through so much effort to make you feel special. We even had big dinners and broke out the fancy dishes. Monday got the paper plates.
It makes me sad to think how I stopped trying to treat you so honorably. You never deserved the paper plates and sweat pants I tried to force you to accept.
You tried to make me see how special you were, Sunday. Instinctively I’ve always known that you more special than all the others. I just let myself be seduced by Saturday and her non-demanding ways.
I allowed myself to be lured away by Saturday. Saturday, that temptress. Saturday convinced me that I didn’t need Sunday anymore.
And once I believed that, I stopped trying.
Sunday, I miss you. I realize what I mess I’ve made of things. You can’t be replaced. God made you special for a reason and I need to respect that. I’m done with my old ways and I am ready to treat you the way you deserve.
Saturday and I are through. Saturday will get no more attention from me unless it’s absolutely unavoidable. And even then, when my obligations have been met, I will not use it as an excuse to completely dismiss you, Sunday. Saturday is convenient but it will never be you, Sunday.
Sunday, I love you.
Respectfully Yours,
The Crescat
On the seventh day God completed the work he had been doing; he rested on the seventh day from all the work he had undertaken. God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work he had done in creation.[Gen 2:2-3]
Keep the Sabbath holy. [the Third Commandant]
Catechism of the Catholic Church
2176 The celebration of Sunday observes the moral commandment inscribed by nature in the human heart to render to God an outward, visible, public, and regular worship “as a sign of his universal beneficence to all.” Sunday worship fulfills the moral command of the Old Covenant, taking up its rhythm and spirit in the weekly celebration of the Creator and Redeemer of his people.
2177 The Sunday celebration of the Lord’s Day and his Eucharist is at the heart of the Church’s life. “Sunday is the day on which the paschal mystery is celebrated in light of the apostolic tradition and is to be observed as the foremost holy day of obligation in the universal Church.”
2181 The Sunday Eucharist is the foundation and confirmation of all Christian practice. For this reason the faithful are obliged to participate in the Eucharist on days of obligation, unless excused for a serious reason(for example, illness, the care of infants) or dispensed by their own pastor. Those who deliberately fail in this obligation commit a grave sin.
2185 On Sundays and other holy days of obligation, the faithful are to refrain from engaging in work or activities that hinder the worship owed to God, the joy proper to the Lord’s Day, the performance of the works of mercy, and the appropriate relaxation of mind and body.
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