Deus Misereatur

One of the certainties is that Sunday is coming. And once again we Christians will be assembling in the name of the Lord to worship God Most High. Our task on that day will amount to one of two choices. First, we are to come with a deep delight and satisfaction with the knowledge that God is God, and we aren’t. That He is the beginning and the end, the one who speaks and it comes to pass, who turns the hearts of kings, prime ministers and presidents whichever way He chooses, and who upholds the fallen, heals the broken, and restors life to the dead. That God is God and we aren’t should be sweet drink to our thirsty souls; a cool, refreshing breeze to tame our hot heads; a satisfying morsel to fill us full with everlasting delights! “O taste & see that the LORD is good. How blessed is the man the trusts in Him” (Psalm 34.8) The second honest, and godly, option is to come realizing that we DON’T possess this delight. That we are about to offer prayerless prayers and praisesless ...

Recently I was reading a Catholic author on prayer, Romano Guardini, “The Art of Praying”. As he was laying out the importance of having a routine for prayer, especially the “time for prayer”, he brought out what follows: “Six days of the week are dedicated to work, one to rest. On working days man is bound by duty, on the seventh day he is free. ( . . . ) Sunday, therefore, is the day of God and, for this very reason the day of man. Its meaning has been largely forgotten. In our modern age it has become a day of vaguely festive character and ultimately merely an occasion for recreation and pleasure” (25). I appreciated his observation and recognition. The Lord’s Day has fallen into the utilitarian trap of “what works for me” and so it has lost most of its vitality and meaning. It is only a matter of time before it is discarded all together. But if the Lord’s Day is primarily the Lord’s day, that changes things. Then it truly becomes the day of man, because “The Sabbath was made ...