Sitting with my eyes closed during the Sabbath worship service at this past GYC (Generation. Youth. Christ. 2016) convention, I imagined myself kneeling at the feet of Almighty God. Calm and in control, He sits on the throne; the stars dot the black expanse of the universe around Him. He upholds the worlds by His great might and love. I’m kneeling before Him in awe at His power and love. His hands and feet look thick and strong, but I don’t see His face. Kneeling with my face downward in front of Him, I feel humble and weak, yet at peace. He is in command with His hand upheld in strength and victory.
The Sabbath is a day of transformation; it is day of transformation into a champion in Christ. In those moments of imagination, I was “not doing [my] own ways, nor finding [my] own pleasure, nor speaking [my] own words” (Isaiah 58:13, KJV). I delighted myself in the Lord. He was transforming me into “the same image from glory to glory” (2 Corinthians 3:18, KJV). In those moments, worshipping God on the Sabbath, the Almighty imparted to me calmness, strength, love, and victory.
The Sabbath is a day centered around God; it is a day for remembering God’s ability to uphold the universe. In those moments of imagination, I saw God as the Creator and Sustainer. I’m reminded of the message that was proclaimed in the mid-19th century, where the first of three angels began to say with a loud voice, “Fear God, and give glory to him; for the hour of his judgment is come: and worship him that made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and the fountains of waters” (Revelation 14:7, KJV).
There, kneeling at His feet, I saw Him binding all things together as the Creator and Sustainer of all matter and life: atoms—protons, neutrons, and electrons; cells—nuclei, mitochondria, and ribosomes; bodies—brains, hearts, and lungs. He guides Earth and Saturn around the Sun. He binds all things together with love.
The Sabbath is a day to celebrate and remember Jesus’s victory; it is the day of Christ, the Champion. In those moments of imagination that Sabbath morning, I saw, in my mind’s eye, God holding up His hand in victory. My thoughts wandered to the psalmist’s words, “O sing unto the Lord a new song; for he hath done marvelous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory” (Psalm 98:1, KJV).
Jesus stretched His arms out in victory on the cross, and He stepped forth from the cold grave. “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” (1 Corinthians 15:54, KJV). I wonder at the significance of Christ’s victory, that by his overcoming of sin and death we may be champions and victors too.
Transformation, remembering my Creator, celebrating the victory of Christ and my victory in Christ—this is what the Sabbath day means to me. I’m thankful that God gives me this special day to be changed from a corrupt human being into a redeemed, worshipping, champion in Jesus.