Sermon on rest: Experimenting with Rest - Even God Rested (Genesis 2:1-7), Oct 29th, 2023

Introduction to the scripture (Genesis 2:1-7): 

In these times, when it feels like we can never do enough to heal our hurt, sad and broken world, I invite you to find the message of hope in the Creation Story. I am excited to present to you some reflections on rest from the lived experiences of myself and other People of Colour. The second part of today’s reading tells us what constructs a human being and sustains our wholeness and health. Rest is a resource that revitalizes us, much like a spring that suddenly surges from the depths in dry, barren land, allowing us to hope and live again.



Sermon: Experiment With Rest - Even God Rested. 

 

How do you rest? Some people might have a long list of their favourite ways to rest, while others might scoff and say, “I am much too busy to even think of resting!” In your upbringing, in your family, in your culture, in your career, or even after your retirement, what has been the message that has most impacted your relationship with resting? In your life, is resting generally encouraged? What is the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the words rest or resting? What kinds of activities or times and spaces do you associate with rest and resting? 

 

If it is true, as the Bible says, that God rested (!) after all the action-packed creation work of the first 6 days, by saving one last day for God to enjoy an uninterrupted 24-hour full rest, then that just adds to my admiration of God. At BVU, I have been a Co-lead for a year now, and have learned that when you work more, work harder, work without a break, you cannot stop work immediately to break from work and rest. When you work more, it just gets harder to rest. It is counter-intuitive, isn’t it After working tirelessly, and to the point of exhaustion, one would think that they would naturally want to completely set aside their work, not even wanting to look at it, and take a break from all of it. Ironically, the reality is that, at least for me, I am still picking up the phone, checking emails, checking PowerPoints, social media notifications, finishing up unfinished tasks. It is challenging to take a break, and rest, uninterrupted, deeply and profoundly. 

 

I had times in the past when the work was overwhelming, and still more work was waiting to be done, surrounding me like a storm, rushing and relentless. I believed I could complete all these commitments, all these pressing tasks on time, and the reward of rest would be there at the end, but I learned from this experience that resting should be already integral, part of the process, not the prize or reward that comes only at the end. Resting must be a regular, routine, ritualized, revitalizing spiritual practice already baked into the process of work, planning, ministry - all aspects of our lives. Because we are an embodied being, we are created to have rest, just like God rested. 



Tricia Hersey, known as the Nap Bishop, emphasizes that rest is a birthright – a divine right for everyone to be able to access, regardless of which social location, work field, working rank, or economical circumstance you might find yourself in. 

 

Last spring, I had not yet learned this important perspective on intentional resting as an essential spiritual practice. I drove myself to the point of burnout, substituting the idea of future rest for the needed reality of rest in the present. Part of that drive comes from my background and culture: coming from Korea, where the cultural message from the 70’s-90’s was all about building a stronger country through economic development, even at the cost of individual rights – including the right to rest. Workers push themselves to their physical breaking point; students go to school all day and then cram school after that, and then go home to study and snatch a few hours sleep before waking early to start the process all over again.

 

In many cultures in the past and even now, under patriarchy, women were not encouraged to rest: caring for elders, caring for children, caring for the extended family were their duties, and the women did not take rest for themselves. My friend Olive says, in Chinese culture (and many Asian cultures), we are raised to be a caretaker/martyr/saviour for our families and shamed for resting and caring for ourselves.  

Students were constantly messaged to improve their scores to enter the higher-ranked university to ensure their success. Capitalism, patriarchy, colonialism, and White supremacy, push us all, but especially those at the margins, those who deal with more marginalizing factors in their life and career day-to-day, to work harder, to rest less. Those who are in higher income range positions and jobs — they work more to keep that status; those who are in the lower income range positions and jobs - they work more and more to make ends meet. Full time, plus weekend jobs. Students with a couple of jobs. Those who are unemployed cannot rest either from constant worries. 

 

Last spring when I found myself at the point of burn-out, scraping bottom, I encountered Tricia Hersey’s book on resting: Rest is Resistance. I also listened to some Black preachers’ sermons on resting, inspired by the movement Hersey’s book and message sparked.  That first light has become a flame, and the beam of hope and inspiration for many Black spiritual leaders, BIPOC leaders, students and grassroots activists. These young generations and emerging leaders want to reflect seriously on resting as resistance to oppression, and the top item on the list of oppressions is the grinding culture of capitalism. 

 

For some of us whose social location (gender, race, queerness, mental health, disability, economic circumstance, employment, etc) is a barrier, barriers are not just challenges. Barriers offer lenses for us to learn the reality and the truth: If the promises of capitalism — Work more, do more, have more, and you will be happier — do not work for everyone and do not contribute to the true well-being of who they are, these wise young emerging generations would turn around and look for new possibilities and alternative world views and way of life — Our old people will see visions; our young people will dream dreams — . There is a growing movement to intentionally daydream and embrace the kind of radical resting that has power to resist oppression and the status quo; that inspires imagination and brings profound health, physically, mentally, and spiritually.  

 

These generations choose rest as a new methodology and strategy to build resilience in the face of injustice. Black spiritual leader Timothy Atkins shared in his sermon that in this culture of sleep deprivation and rest deprivation, many are learning that hope and happiness don’t come from working harder, doing more, getting more, needing more, having more. Instead, hope comes from when you can rest more. Hope is not the result of sleepless nights. Hope comes when taking a nap in the middle of the day. Many of us know this story: Jesus in the midst of the storm takes a nap in the boat. The water is getting in. The boat is sinking. The wind is rising. The disciples wake up Jesus with loud complaints, getting angry, thinking it is ridiculous that Jesus is sleeping amidst all this We more often talk about how that story ends: Jesus rebukes the wind, calms the storm.  But what if we give equal attention to how the story begins (with a bit of creative imagination) — the night before, Jesus says, I am tired! Trust, God is faithful, I can rest in the midst of this storm of overworking, worry, stress and strain. . . Nothing can get in the way of my rest. I need to rest. I will rest. Find Good news in rest. 

 

Before I close this reflection, I ask you search up Tricia Hersey and her book Rest as Resistance, and read her clever reflections on rest. Now, I hope you taste of her words and memoir. 

 

“Everything always starts with the personal. The origins of The Nap Ministry begin with the story of my family My rest resurrection begins with my desperation to find relief from my own exhaustion via curiosity, experimentation, and self-preservation. 

 

I come from a legacy of exhaustion. 



My maternal grandmother, Ora, the muse of this book, a refugee from Jim Crow terrorism, rested her eyes every day for thirty minutes to an hour in an attempt to connect and find peace. My great-grandmother Rhode, I am told, stayed up late nightly on her farm in deep Mississippi with a pistol in her apron pocket to creatively solve any problems from the Ku Klux Klan. The reality for our survival from white supremacy and capitalism is deeply shocking to me. I am in awe at what our bodies can hold. We must lighten our loads. Survival is not the end goal for liberation. We must thrive. We must rest.”

 

“As a child, I would watch my grandmother Ora as she sat on her plastic-covered yellow couch and meditated for thirty minutes every single day. She fled her home in Mississippi with thousands of other African-Americans during the Great Migration of the 1950s. Ora floated up North on a spaceship built from uncertainty and hope as she landed in Chicago. She magically raised eight children, while dodging poverty, racism and the invisibility of being a Black woman in America. Her commitment to “resting her eyes” every day for thirty minutes was radical. Her ability to demand space to “just be” was a form of resistance. 

 

While my grandmother rested her eyes, I would tiptoe around her home trying not to wake her up. I always thought she was sleeping while sitting up. I was curious about her rest practice and thought she was so eccentric. Whenever I would inquire if she was sleeping, her response was always the same: Every shut-eye ain’t sleep. I am resting my eyes and listening for what God wants to tell me.” While all the world around her was attempting to crush her Spirit, she rested and resisted the beast of grind culture. She taught my mother to rest, she taught me to rest. I am humbled to be a vessel to guide thousands on their own rest journey as we embrace rest as a way to make us all more human.”

 


Therefore, friends, 

Experiment with rest. Even God rested. 

Grandmothers rested, and it was resistance. 

Jesus rested, and it was subversive and even controversial to the eyes of the disciples. 

Experiment with rest, and in the act of radical resting, inspire care for ourselves and one another in the spacious sense of time, not from a sense of scarcity about time, but from the abundance. 

 

When we have silence, breathe deep. 

You can just be. You can rest. 





Thanksgiving Sunday Conversations: Who Are You Grateful For, Oct 8th, 2023

Conversation with Children: 

Who are you grateful for? 


Have you ever heard anyone call grandma or grandpa by other names? 


I have heard my neighbour call their grandpa, Oppa (that is grandpa, in German) because their grandpa originally came from Germany, and he is happy when his grandchild calls him Oppa!

 

Just like that, when I grew up, I called my grandma, Hal-mo-ny. That's a Korean word for Grandma. Yes, it almost sounds like harmony in English! 

 

I did not like her very much. That’s how my story begins with her. Would you like to hear more? 

 

I did not like my Halmony, because she did not treat me as equal to my other, boy cousins, or even my younger brother. For example, on New Year’s Day or Thanksgiving Day, my Halmony would give out blessing money, which is a Korean tradition. That sounds like a nice tradition, and it is, but she would give twice as much to the boys than to me! For example, my boy cousins and my brother got 10 dollars each, but when I opened my envelope, I found 5 dollars in it! I felt sad and angry at the same time. 

 

However, over the years, I learned why she treated me as less than my boy cousins and my brother. My halmony was treated that way when she grew up. 


Happily, over the years, my grandmother learned that that’s not fair and she learned to change how she treated her grandchildren. My Aunts taught my Grandma that girls and boys and all children need to know that they are equal and equally loved. 

 

Then, when I was in grade 7, I was ill for a year. My legs became very weak, and I had many days when I was stuck in bed. At that time, she lived 5 hours away from my home. She lived in a small rural town. But when my parents told my grandma that I was ill, she took bus after bus and came all the way to the city to see me. After hours of travelling alone, she came with a bag that was full of something. 

 

She picked all the pine needles from her hometown, (Prop: Pine needles in cloth!) and packed them in her bag. She steamed pine needles and wrapped them in cotton cloth, (Prop: like this lavender bag!) and she massaged me with the bag of warm aromatic pine needles on my legs and arms for an hour… without many words. 

 

It was so weird, and I still have no clue what medicinal effect there was in the steamed pine needles, but I remember the smell was so good, and above anything else, I felt that she cared about me and she wanted me to know that. 

 

My Harmony passed away a long time ago, and she is no longer with us now. Today, I remember her. 

 

In Korea, on Thanksgiving Day, each family remembers their ancestors. Grandma, Grandpa, Great grandmother, great grandfather, relatives who passed away, relatives who are with us now, all are our ancestors. 

 

I give thanks to God for my relationship with my Halmony, and the learning my Halmony and I shared. Every child needs to be loved and loved equally, no matter what. 

 

On Thanksgiving Day we often ask ourselves what we give thanks for. Things that are grateful for.

 

I invite you today to think about who you are grateful for. 

 

And if the person is around you, let them know that you care about them. 

 

If the person is not with you any longer, remember them in your heart, and in your prayers. 

 

Children’s Song

 

3 minute reflection to share with adults after children leave. 


So, the question for us today is Who are you grateful for?

 

How about holding space for gratitude as a way to remember and care for your ancestors?f

 

You can say, ancestors are all those who have inspired you, informed or shifted your identity, and paved the way to be who you are today. 


The ancestors we might remember today could be those who have already gone before us. 

 

Children around us, around you and around me, are and will become the ancestors for the future. 

 

Recently I had a refreshing learning experience at an Indigenous-rooted space, called Aunty Collective, about the Medicine Wheel. That fresh insight touched me deeply when the instructor Coulee explained the Medicine Wheel this way.

 

All around the Medicine Wheel is time and space because we don’t exist separate from the environment. The Medicine Wheel is not just a symbol; it is the way of life… 

 

In the East space, we explore “individuality”. Who we are, our unique and authentic individuality.

 

The South space is where we find ourselves in relationships. Our clans, ties. Families and ancestry. Diversity, equity, systemic inequality are all located in the South space. 

 

In the West space, the sense of who we are widens and deepens in terms of community and culture…

 

In the North space, we learn that we are not just here; everyone and everything is interconnected globally and trans-nationally… 

 

Now, when we ask ourselves who we are grateful for, or would like to remember… we invite ourselves into the South space. The space of relationship… 


Where diversity starts and also where systemic inequality is located as well… Like my relationship with my Halmony (grandmother).

 

I invite you to come to the South space in this moment. 

 

Let us take a moment to experience being in the South space. In relationship with 

the sacred fire that shapes you, informs you, changes you and your identity.


The rhythmic energy that creates and recreates life and life after life. 

 

What do you feel? What images or sensations occur in your mind or in your body? What memories appear?   (Pause)

 

On this Thanksgiving Sunday, one of the ways to express gratitude about life and relations is to care for our ancestors. Ancestors from the past. Ancestors for the future.

 

Who do you remember…

Who are you grateful for…

How will you use your gifts to care for your ancestors? 

 


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