Review of The Sabbath by Abraham Joshua Heschel
When I was a Lutheran pastor, I started a congregation in
Lexington, Kentucky, Word of Hope Lutheran Church. Before we had a building of our own, we held
services on Sunday mornings in a landscaping firm’s office. Sunday evenings, a local Roman Catholic
parish let us use their sanctuary for a second service. I quickly learned that for some of our congregant’s
time was more important than space. They
would come every Sunday morning to the “transformed” landscaping office for
Mass. Space didn’t matter. It was time that mattered. For others they would come every Sunday to
the traditional space of the church even though the time was not what they were
accustomed to. For them space was more significant
than time.
The truth is both are consequential. Time and space. Both have sacredness about them. But the older I get time is becoming more
precious than space. Space is
replaceable, even sacred space, i.e. the Cathedral of Notre Dame. Time, of course, is not. Once this moment passes, it is
irretrievable.
In his book, The Sabbath, Abraham Joshua Heschel, deals
with both, time and space, but what impressed me the most was his reflections
on the significance of time over space and how the Sabbath, whether that be
from sunset on Friday to sunset on Saturday or on Sunday or significant time
one sets aside for oneself to just savor “being” for that moment, can be a
glimpse of the eternal. And who of us
could not use a bit of that inserted into the chaos that too often
characterizes our everyday existence? Even
in these times when we are sheltering in place and keeping safe spaces? Who of us does not need to be reminded from
time to time that this moment right now is all that we really have and is
therefore that which IS most precious for us?
And do we miss that, the shear gift of the moment, because of some
regret over the past or some fear relative to the future?
There is so much wisdom in this little book of Heschel’s (And
it is just a little book, only ninety-three pages). Even now as I leaf through it as I am writing
this review, I find myself thinking, “Oh, that is so good. That is amazing. Wow!” But
here is just one gem:
A special consciousness is required
to recognize the ultimate significance of time.
We all live it and are so close to being identical with it that we fail
to notice it. The world of space
surrounds our existence. It is but a
part of living, the rest is time. Things
are the shore, the voyage is in time.
Take the book out for free at the library. Read it.
Savor its wisdom. Turn it back in
for others. On time is preferable. And then buy a hardcover copy to have as your
own because you will refer to it again and again, as I have whenever I lose my
sense of the sacredness of the time that God has gifted me.
Reviewed
by Richard Dick, Library Assistant, O’Kelly Memorial Library
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