We might belittle those ancients who had little idols, statues, rocks, branches, that recalled to them their gods. Such ancients would have them around the house in nooks and crannies, for them to worhip or reference or hold. The gods gave some meaning to their lives. On the Sabbath, what are your idols that you take out and handle, while the One True God awaits you, the One who created you, the one you ignore on this Sabbath? Your gold clubs? Ski equipment? Snowboards? Mountain bike? We all have idols that divert our attention and time away from the "One Who Waits."
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I love playing a round of golf with brothers or nephews or good friends. It is wonderful, no guilt there. And I much prefer a monday morning empty mass to a church full of sunday singing crowds. God is as personal to me as a trappist haying his wagon. Sundays are a day to live life to the fullest with family or friends or alone in contemplation. No idols, no guilt. At least that's the way I see it.
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