Face Masks, Lockdowns, & Would-Be Rulers: The Great Reset Comes Every Sunday
The Great Reset comes every Sunday.
It happens when you arise and bow down to your maker, when you do things so hard so much of the week and then humble yourself on the seventh day, ease into the comfort of giving in a little, and reflect on how much better you can be.
None of us are perfect. Reflecting on that detail is so humbling and leveling. Life can make a lot more sense after that few minutes or few hours of prayerful reflection.
You put your other tasks on hold, prioritizing this reflective prayerful period, if you are one who honors the sabbath.
To let all other frivolity leave your mind, like a yoke lifted off the shoulders.
And greater priorities rise up, like cream on the milk, the finest of your life rises up.
In prayer.
In supplication.
In obedience.
Bow down to rise up. I don’t know why it works that way, but it does.
The Great Reset is not decided half a world away. It was devised long ago.
The Great Reset is not planned out by the “wise” minds of our day.
It was planned out long before anyone knew of those wise minds of this day.
Though every age has had their wise minds, their false prophets, their technocrats.
The Great Reset comes every Sunday if you let it, and your Monday, your Tuesday, your Wednesday, your Thursday, your Friday, your Saturday are better off because of it, week after week, month after month, year after year, are better off because you choose not to be led astray, not to wander off in frivolity; you choose to let yourself be liberated and refocused.
The Great Reset takes place every Sunday, in your own life, if you let it and no other thing, no matter how well marketed, can in any way be compared to the magnitude of the Great Reset, the real Great Reset, the Great Reset that takes place each Sunday in the lives of the faithful, the faithful who can barely remember what it’s like to be fearful, their faith has been so strong, so joyous, so illuminating through the dark.
Supplication. Renewal. Rebirth. You emerge from the door of the sanctuary almost feeling like a different person than when you came in. Just like you felt seven days earlier. And if you fall sick and miss a week, you realize how much that rebirth means to you. There’s just something about walking into the sanctuary every single sabbath and experiencing that rebirth that I’ve never been able to put to words, and he who has not made it a practice may not yet be able to understand it.
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