The Pause that Refreshes

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And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done. (Genesis 2:3)

So what exactly does God do on his day off? He can’t just do nothing or the whole universe would blip out of existence. So even on his day of rest he’s got to stay occupied somehow. But what would he actually do to relax?

I’m guessing he’s not much of a shopper so a trip to the outlet mall is probably not a great option. To complicate matters, he’s omnipresent so he can’t really go anywhere that he already isn’t. So much for sightseeing.

God’s omniscient too; he knows everything there is to know. So reading a mystery novel is out for sure. And since he knows everything, he could never catch a new TV show or movie that wasn’t a rerun. Being omniscient means there’s no way God’s going to find any willing poker buddies either.

Add the fact that he’s all-powerful and he can forget about a decent pick-up game of anything. (Wrestling may be the one exception.) God, of course, would be perfect at everything. A round of golf in 18 strokes every time? Boring. Water skiing? He’d rather walk. Even fishing would be predictable. (“Gee. A net full of fish. How did that happen?”) I suppose thinking up a few plagues might be fun (I especially like the frog one.), but ten of them is about as much as any person can handle. Maybe cooking for 5000? Who’d want to clean up the mess afterward?

So there you are—you know, DEITY—on your one day off.  You’re sitting on your white throne, twiddling your omnipotent thumbs, watching the universe run like clockwork. You’re surrounded by a gazillion angels who are watching your every move, and you’re listening to those weird four living creatures shouting the same “Holy, holy, holy” song over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over— for, like, ever—and without even a second verse. And since you’re a God who never slumbers or sleeps, you can’t even get in a short afternoon nap. Even if you could, who could nod off with all that racket?

No wonder you get a bit irritable every so often.

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