When I was a young child I was convinced that Sunday was called Sunday because the Sun was out the most on Sunday. Growing up in Orange County, California, this self-made myth was kept up for a long while until one Sunday I the Sky opened up and it poured.
I love Sundays, the Sabbath day. The Sabbath is my day of rest; the day where my job or studies in school take the back burner. I recently had a calling, in my Singles Ward, to the Family Home evening co chair. A great friend and I led a committee to plan, and carry out, Family Home Evenings for a group of Singles ages 18 to 30. Because of this calling I left for church at 10:30 or 11:00 am, went to planning meetings, council meetings, and Church meetings, and a few social get-togethers until 4:30 or 5:00 pm. If I went to church in the Ward that my family attended, my day would start at 9:00 am.
It seems weird even to me, but I love church. There is no better thing than to come home from a long day of meetings and fireside speakers, feeling totally refreshed and "on fire." Wearing one's self out in the service of god leaves me happy.
Every Sunday for the last fem months I have had a very sweet experience: I go to my Sunday meetings and Sunday school, and every time that I listen, I find some new principle that stands out to me. I feel the Spirit tell me what I need to do. Or I am taught a new truth that I did not fully understand before. This is something, which I enjoy every time that I have prepared and humbled myself.
Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work: But the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates: For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day, and hallowed it.
I love Sundays.
