I have a confession.
For most of my life, I have spent most of Sundays in Church- all those high pressure mornings in some leadership role or other, often followed by reluctant evenings (even if they did turn out to be a real blessing.) But that is not my confession.
Rather it is this- for the past few weeks, I have spend Sunday mornings playing cricket.
It still makes me feel guilty though. Despite the fact that we do ‘church’ differently- we meet in the week, as well as other times.
But this is a chance to do something I enjoy along with my cricket mad son. It is a chance to connect with some other blokes, and to get some good exercise.
And Sunday, I remind myself, is about rest. And all those years of busyness- they were certainly not restful.
After the training session this morning, we went for a picnic- to a local beach out beyond Tighnabruach on the other side of the Cowal peninsular. The sun shone, it was almost warm, and the scenery was stunning.
Lambs in the fields, snow on the Arran mountains, still waters beyond perfect sand. Catkins on the trees and frogs spawning in the ditches.
This will be a day to remember.
A real sabbath to remind us to stop- and to be grateful.