by Curt Leininger, Pastor ~ Author ~ Journalist
We wake in the morning feeling the pressure to perform and produce. There’s not enough time. There’s barely enough energy. There’s so much weighing on our shoulders. We have to keep going. It’s a common story we experience every time we wake and our feet hit the floor. How we wish there were another story.
Ancient Near Eastern people were storytellers. Large narratives provided guidance for their lives. They even referred to these narratives as myths. They weren’t myths in the sense of entertaining fairy-tales, but they were myths in the sense they carried weighty significance for their lives. Myths provided wisdom for how the world works. Why are they here? How are they to approach their days?
In one ancient story told in Semitic cultures, there is a repeated line. It goes like this…
And there was evening, and there was morning – the first day.
And there was evening, and there was morning – the second day.
And there was evening, and there was morning – the third day…
Do you see it? It’s right there. Notice the progression of the day. Evening is first. The morning follows.
The gift of this ancient story was the reminder that each day begins not with the pressure to perform and produce but to cease, empty our hands, stop the traffic in our heads and receive the gift of rest. This is a beautiful reminder. It’s a glorious invitation. Are you willing to receive this gift? How might your life begin to tell a whole new story if you began your days with a gift of precious rest rather than a pressured list? May you discover for yourself. You will find a new story being written with your life.