Sunday, a Day of Rest...FAMILY DAY.
When I was growing up, there were no stores OPEN ON SUNDAY. I'm almost 71 years old. A BABY BOOMER. This is the term given to the Boom of Births after WWII.
My son, in his forties, once said to me, These are the best of times.
I STRONGLY DISAGREE.I'd like to take you back in time
Growing up in the Fiftieswas a MAGICAL TIME. My best memories always center around family. Family vacations. Family dinners on Sunday evenings. Family times around the holidays. Great memories.
I'd like to talk to you today about SUNDAY: A DAY OF REST.
On Sundays, we went to church. It meant your Sunday Best Clothesit meant Hussle and bustle in the morning to get to church on time. It was usually hectic. Lots of yelling to get out of the bathroom, as we only had 1 with a family of 5.
Church was followed by a lazy afternoon. Mom would make Sunday Dinner. We would set the dining room table with linens and her fine china. My Mom was a wonderful cook and Sunday dinners were always grand. My Dad would finish dinner with WWII stories. He would tell us all about the war and his flying fifty missions in a B17. His bombing raids and the time he had to bail out, stayed alive with the help of Sicilians and the Red Cross. It was after this rescue, he met my mother, a R.N. stationed in Florida to care for returning soldiers who suffered trauma.
Great story telling! My Dad was the best at it. I loved sitting there for hours, eating, enjoying listening to my Dad and feeling that wonderful feeling of security, love and family.
Our family was pretty typical. Not perfect. But, we felt loved. We felt taken care of. We felt secure.
I'd like to suggest making Sunday a DAY OF REST. A day to make sure you spend time with those people you love most in this world. I'd also like to suggest you find a church you enjoy and go. Start each week, as a family, spending time with God. However you define Godand if your fellow believers meet on Saturday, make that day special.
I know I'm speaking in generalities. But, I must share a true story. Betty Eddi. I believe that's an accurate spelling of her name. She wrote: EMBRACED BY THE LIGHT. A wonderful book about her Near Death Experience.
A Near Death Experience is about actually dying and then returning back to life on Earth. Betty was soaring toward the heavenslooked back and say all these white, glimmering, lights or lighted cords. She asked her escort, What are all those ropes of light? Why are some small and others huge? Her Angel escort told Betty, these are people praying. The big strands of light are many people gathered together. The small ones, are people alone, praying.
The message was beautifully clear: All prayers touch God's heart. He hears. No matter if it is one of us; or many. But, I would say to you, the Bible is clear: WHEN 2 OR MORE ARE GATHERED TOGETHER IN MY NAME; I AM THERE IN THEIR MIDST."
I think teaching your children the power of both prayer and families praying at mealtime, is one of the sweetest lessons you can impart to them. Science has proven through the use of powerful lensesthe crystal formation in side the water molecules of food, actually changes into thee most magnificent structureswhen food is prayed over.
I don't know about you, but I want my food to bring my cells vitality and health. I want my children and grandchildren to love praying at mealtime. I think making Sunday's special with dinner meals that are homemade, with no cells phones allowed, no television on, just you and your loved ones talking about last week and the week ahead or sharing storiescould start to bring our society back to its peaceful nature in the fifties.
By the way, our houses were not locked at night. No cars had door lockschildren walked miles during the days on adventures and there was no fear of abduction. The list goes on and on about how wonderful the fifties were.
Sue Buscemi, Certified Health Coach