The Sabbath | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 8, 1871

The Sabbath.

“Welcome, sweet day of rest!” No books to post, no orders to fill, no projects to think over, no politics to discuss—none of the thousand wearing, temper-trying, heart-worrying cares of the every-day world, to-day. One day of quiet and tranquillity—“emblem of eternal rest.”

How sweetly comes the peace of the Sabbath morning after the toils and agitations of the week! Balmy as odors of orient spicy groves; gentle as the breath of sleeping infants, or the dying winds of evening; pure as the incense that rises before the throne of God, comes the calm of this holy morning—“day of all the week the best.” It is the day of home—home hushed and quiet, home beautiful and full of comfort. To-day the father is at home, and the mother with brow free from week-day cares, sits beside him; and the memories of Sabbaths in the bygone time, when love made the day of repose a time of joy, come back in all their pleasantness. Father is at home, and the little ones hang at his knee, telling their joys and troubles of the past week, and rejoicing that for a whole day he would be their company and lavish upon them, uninterrupted, his loving words and smiles.

Aye, pure, sweet and holy is the day of rest in the family; but it is all too brief—transient as the outline of the silvery vapor that floats on the summer sky—for the rush and turmoil of the troubling world come back to-morrow. Let not that thought mar the gentle joy of this sweet day; remember, father, there is a “home” whose peace is never interrupted, whose joy is never broken, whose repose treads on to-morrow, and that a part of the privileges and happiness of to-day is to secure a place in that family whose circle is united forevermore in our Father’s home on high.—Sel.