So we try to take a Sabbath every Monday.
We do our best to say no to all requests in the community, particularly if they are not urgent. However, there are always things that come up. Last week, there was Chit Oo, who really needed to be admitted to the hospital as soon as possible, as he was at risk of dying. His phone had been disconnected and I could not find him for every effort over the weekend. Of course he showed up on our doorstep on Monday morning.
This week I need to take San Aye to the first training for her new job. And since we’ve been working with her to get this job for weeks and its such an answer to prayer, I’ll be taking her tomorrow morning, despite it being a Monday.
As Stephen and I talked about it this morning, we talked about the Pharisees challenging Jesus healing on the Sabbath, and how he argues for your son or ox falling in a well: would you not rescue them? We talked about how it was probably best to help San Aye with this with all that’s gone on in her life recently.
But then Stephen noted, “What I don’t know is what we do if we live by all the wells and all the oxen. There is always something falling into the well on Sabbath!”
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