Most of us who practice Sabbath came to it slantwise and stumbling. It wasn’t some mountaintop epiphany that brought us to the place—it was hopelessness, raggedness, lostness. We were at our wit’s end. All our doing had turned into undoing. We had run out of strength and wisdom to manage the wild and yet drab perplexity and complexity of our lives. We had nothing left to give, nowhere else to go. And then somehow, by some miracle of grace, we heard a voice: Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
