Of all ten commandments, I think the command to keep the Sabbath is my favorite. Even throwing in all the extra commands in Deuteronomy, still nothing beats the Sabbath Command. I mean, here we have the very will of God, as thundered from the mountain, inscribed in stone, you must take a day off. "Aw, c'mon God, not even just a little back breaking labor by the sweat of my brow?" "No no Jeff, you must spend the day on the couch." "Well, allright."
So here Aubrey and I are, on a Sunday afternoon, doing our best to obey God. She is taking a snoozer on two-thirds of the couch, and I am on the remaining third, playing on the computer. Later, I might take a nap myself.
Sunday is always our favorite day of the week. We went to church this morning, and our pastor preached his yearly OT sermon, about prizing our inheritance in Christ, unlike Esau, who did not prize his birthright. Aubrey and I had been hoping for a picnic lunch, but the weather soured a bit during church, so we came home and ate leftovers from our date last night. We went to a snooty french resteraunt, and had a waitress with a real french accent! I couldn't even understand her description of the specials, except for something about "artee-shokes." I got a steak. The leftovers were good. Aubrey and I try to make a habit out of doing nothing on Sunday afternoons, and to be honest, we're getting pretty good at it. What can I say? The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul!