For six days, I wrestle with a world under the toil of the curse, soiled by the oil of humanity’s commerce, deeply longing for the bright wings of the coming dawn. And each day, at best, is a repetition of the day before, unless the next day is the Sabbath. It is the queen of all days, the day in which division, destitution, and death are put aside to celebrate our union with God, the abundance of his love, and the wild hope of the coming kingdom.
