Sunday Morning

 For me a Sunday morning isn’t very different from most any morning.  I have a very simple theology I won’t go into here, but it’s so simple a four-year-old can understand it.  In my old age I avoid being around people as much as possible with rare exceptions.  I meditate by myself most of the time, but why Sundays are special I’m not sure.  The world seems quieter on Sundays.  

In fact, my mind is quieter on Sundays.  I want to reflect more and think less on Sundays.  My wife is less involved with family business on Sundays.  I just feel good on Sundays.  I slept in this morning when on some days I’m up at the crack of dawn.  I have a smartwatch that monitors my sleep through the night.  It even lets me know if I have sleep apnea.  It monitors my heart rate and my breathing.  

As a heart patient all these things are important.  It amazes me what my Apple smartwatch can do.  It can even do an EKG, although I get that at my doctor’s office once a year.  My heart functions at about 50%.  So monitoring my heart and breathing through the night is important .  The less stress I have the better.  Stress is my mortal enemy, in my thinking.  

My theology keeps my stress levels down.  I never worry about my salvation as such.  In fact, when it comes to God I’m stress free.  People, on the other hand, aren’t God.  So, I’d rather commune with God than people with rare exceptions.  It seems that on Sundays I’m more connected to the Divine, particularly Sunday mornings.  I grew up that way and still maintain that connection without people.  

So, with my simple theology and my privacy I’m Spiritually connected to the Divine as I am as I smoke my Angel pipe this morning with Old Professor pipe tobacco.  My coffee this morning is from Guatemala.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave