Last night when I took Bonnie out for her final go-around, the swollen moon loomed low; casting a silver glow over this little place we call home. As I stepped out on the porch, I caught a glimpse of Kairos, but before I could grab him by his hair, he was gone. So I sat down on the steps and closed my eyes, hoping he would return.
God doesn’t need to rest after creating the universe because he’s tired. He rests because he is holy, and everything that God does is holy. God rests. God is holy. Therefore, rest is holy. It’s simple math.