The problem here is that nakedness and hunger are painful. They are like an unclosed wound. And God is relentless, always pressing that wound. He is always calling us higher on the mountain, deeper down in the valley, farther out on the water. And some days, I just want life to be easier. My wife said to me awhile back, “Sometimes I want a holiday from the burden of being made holy. A little time off from God.” Or as my daughter Sarah asked when she was four, “Is it true God sees us all the time? Even in our hearts? Even what we’re thinking?”
“Oh,” she said and looked stricken.
Mark Buchanan, The Rest of God, p.45
In some ways, the whole point of the Exodus was Sabbath. Let my people go, became God’s rallying cry, that they might worship me. At the heart of liberty – of being let go – is worship. But at the heart of worship is rest-a stopping from all work, all worry, all scheming, all fleeing-to stand amazed and thankful before God and his work. There can be no real worship without true rest.
Mark Buchanan, The Rest of God, p.94
The Protestant reformer Martin Luther put it well:
The maid who sweeps her kitchen is doing the will of God just as much as the monk who prays-note because she may sing a Christian hymn as she sweeps but because God loves clean floors. The Christian shoemaker does his Christian duty not by putting little crosses on the shoes, but by making good shoes, because God is interested in good craftsmanship.
Mark Buchanan, The Rest of God, p.23
It begins well, the work. God speaks a resplendent creation into being, a world he exclaims over, again and again, “It is good!” And then he makes a man, who is “very good”! And then: “The LORD God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it” (Gen 2:15, emphasis mine).
The work is good like everything else.
Then God sees one thing not good amidst all this goodness: the man’s aloneness. So he makes a woman. Her God-given role is not first sexual or social. It’s vocational: She’s to be the man’s helpmate. Her created purpose is to join the man in his work.
Work is good.
Mark Buchanan, The Rest of God, p.14