Is Saturday really the day that we get ready for Sunday? Sista Laurel shares her thoughts.
Sometimes Sistas like the same JC Penny patterned dress! Sista Laurel added
purple tights and a turban, while Sista Beehive opted for boots and a scarf.
A song in the LDS Children’s hymn book called Saturday, goes a lil’ something like this:
Saturday is a special day.
It’s the day we get ready for Sunday:
We clean the house, and we shop at the store,
So we won’t have to work until Monday.
We brush our clothes, and we shine our shoes,
And we call it our get-the-work-done day.
Then we trim our nails, and we shampoo our hair,
So we can be ready for Sunday!
When I was little, my family actually did this. Polished shoes and err’thang! My siblings and I had to get our Sunday clothes out on Saturday, for my Mother’s approval. She’d look at our choices and say, “No, you wore that last week.” Or “You better get the tights that I know you are planning to wear under that dress.” Or “I know Sunday is a “holy” day, but if you think you’re going somewhere in that skirt with a hole in it you must be out of your mind.” And all she had to do was start singing “Wade in the Water” for my brother to know his pant hem needed to be let out. Cause clearly he either thought he was Michael Jackson or that a flood was coming.
I don’t really know what the whole charade was about, cause by the time she sent us back and forth, back and forth, we were usually all wearing the matching outfits she wanted us to anyway. After we had mum approved outfits then we had to iron everything and put them on hangers. Then my father had to approve our footwear. He’d find scuffs that were only visible with a NASA telescope and we’d get to scrubbing, buffing and shining.
My mother would comb our hair on Saturday night, which meant that we had to “sleep pretty” so that we’d wake up with our hairdos still intact. By the way sleeping pretty is “pretty” uncomfortable. Clothing wasn’t the only special thing about Saturday either. Sunday dinner had to be started. That could mean seasoning meat, snapping peas, soaking beans, etc. Cause like mum said, Sunday dinner wasn’t going to cook itself.
The other day I was slipping on a pair of boots for church and my boo said to me; “Are you going to polish those.” I looked at my boots and said, “What, they’re not scuffed, they’re “weathered,” they’re supposed to be like that.” “Oh, really,” he said. “When I went to church with a wrinkly handkerchief, you asked me why I had a California raisin in my pocket.” He was right. I had been meaning to get around to polishing my boots, but I’d forget and then I wouldn’t have time on Sunday morning.
It made me think of my back in the day Saturdays. Life is busy and hectic and it can seem like there isn’t time to make Saturday a day of work for the day of rest. Sometimes I forget that God is a sharer, Sunday is His day, but the benefit is mine. I spend Monday through Saturday working, running errands and doing who knows what else. I prepare for meetings, events and lots of other things. Surely I can carve out a little time in my week to prepare for the Sabbath.
In the end does God care if I wear “weathered” boots to worship? I don’t think so. But, I care. I don’t wear scuffed shoes to work meetings, so why should I wear them to my worship meetings? What we each deem as our best for the Lord is personal, but whatever we determine that best to be, we should all take a little time to keep it our best. The Sabbath is the day that we give our thoughts and actions to God, which brings rest, peace and joy to us. So, gettin’ ready for Sunday…I gotta lil’ time fo dat!
Is Saturday a special day in your household? What do you do to get ready for Sunday? Let us know what you’re rockin’ on Sundays by using the hashtag #SundayBestSiZ.
Have a blessed day of rest,