My Holy Day
There was a time in my life when I didn't attend church for six months.
I was down on bed rest with my youngest child, Grace.
I was allowed to get up once a week to visit the doctor. That was it.
There were so many things I missed during that time. I missed sitting outside in the sunshine. I missed going out on dates with my husband. I missed the socializing that happens in the Relief Society room on Sundays. I was lonely, and brokenhearted, and held captive.
But during that time there was one thing I didn't miss.
It is what got me through those dark days. It is what lifted my heavy heart.
On Sunday afternoons two young men would knock at my door. They would come into our home and kneel beside my sofa table, which had been draped with a white linen cloth. On that table they carefully placed one piece of bread and one cup of water.
In that moment it became clear to me how individual the atonement really is.
I was the broken hearted.
I was the one held captive.
I was the one seeking comfort.
And He was my Savior.
"...the Lord hath annointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound... to comfort all that mourn...to give unto them beatuy for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness..." (Isaiah 61:1-3)
It was in that moment that I understood the importance of the Sacrament. It is a lesson I have never forgotten.
The Gospel Doctrine lesson this week focuses on D&C 59..."and that thou mayest more fully keep thyself unspotted from the world, thou shalt go to the house of prayer and offer up thy sacraments upon my holy day..." (D&C 59:9)
It is just one of the ways we keep the Sabbath.
I love that word, unspotted.
In different seasons of my life the spots of the world have been represented by different things. Sometimes they come from health challenges. Other times from financial burdens. There have been moments where my spots have come from recognizing my weakness. Those weeks are filled with thought of shortcomings. Always I find myself in need of strength.
His strength. His comfort. His love. His ability to heal.
Those quiet moments when I partake of the Sacrament on Sundays are the most important moments of my whole week.
It is there that I receive what I need to see me through.
Taking the Sacrament is just one way we can honor the Sabbath. Lesson 16 offers many more suggestions. Consider your Sabbath Day habits. Is there something you might do to make that day more holy?