I have had two experiences of sleeping in the day time: I have slept (or tried to) when, because of fatigue or sadness, I desperately wanted to block out all the light and every sunlit sound and fall asleep and stay that way. In those instances it's almost as much a hostility to the daytime that motivates me as it is a desire for sleep and the comfort of my bed.
But I have also been confined to my bed when to lie still was an insufferable agony. I remember as a child in Washington, D.C. being sent to bed in the summer at a time when the sun and my mother seemed to be paying attention to different clocks. The curtains were drawn against the late day rays of sun, but it was too warm to close the window, and I smelled barbecues and grass cuttings, heard lawnmowers, children laughing and the pleasant sounds of traffic, of people going places to do things. And it seemed that the world was a party to which I had not been invited.
Paul's point seems to be that we've mistaken our coffins for beds and done our best to silence the alarms. Paul challenges us to see how filthy are the sheets underneath which we huddle and squeeze shut our eyes. He wants to open the window on us so that we can smell and hear the evidence of the party on the other side of the world, a party to which we have been invited. He says to us "Sleepers awake . . . "
Call to Repentance
Psalm 139:23-24 (page 975)
Call to Worship
Psalm 139:1-18 (page 974)
OT Reading
Daniel 12:1-9 (page 1393)
NT Reading
John 11:30-46 (page 1669)
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