Peter Misselbrook's Blog
Jul 3 2011 - E100.1c – Genesis 2:1-3, God Rested

We spent the larger part of our day yesterday helping a young couple move home. Both their old home and the one into which they were moving were on three floors. We must have climbed and descended countless stairs with arms full of heavy boxes. We struggles to get a king size mattress down the peasant sized staircase of their own home and then struggled again to get it up two flights of winding stairs in their new town house. We made five trips to and fro with a loaded van before leaving them to complete the transport of the remaining smaller items in their car. We arrived home in the middle of the afternoon, exhausted, aching and longing for a rest. We collapsed onto our bed and watched the conclusion of the ladies finals from Wimbledon.

After six days of creating the heavens and earth and all that is in them, God also took a rest. But his rest was quite different from ours. God did not rest because he was exhausted. His powers were undiminished after his great work of creation. God's rest was not to recover from back-breaking work. His was a rest of contemplative enjoyment of all that he had made – like a great artist who stands back from his finished masterpiece to admire and marvel at his own work.

"God", we read, "blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it God rested from all the work he had done in creation." In hallowing the seventh day, God invites us to enter into his rest – to take a break from our own busy labour to join him in contemplative enjoyment of all that he has made. He calls us to stop and take delight in the work of the greatest of all artists.

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds thy hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art.
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art!

Forgive me Lord that I am often so busy with my own work that I do not stop and stare. I fail to marvel at the wonders of the world that you have made and to respond with thanksgiving and praise. Slow me down; open my eyes; enable me to rest content in you.

Peter Misselbrook