Work is vocation.
Monday mirrors the initial set up of creation where craft happens from the fiat of God.
The introduction of God in Scriptures reveals Him as working. The first thing He grants to man is vocation. The co-regency in the Garden provides the paradigm of purpose.
While the work week ends on the sixth day, the significance of the seventh is deep. Sabbath actually infuses the necessary push for work to excel. Thus, to work without rest is a colossal exercise in futility.
My wife has always been a Disneyland fan. In 1995, on our first week in the US, we just had to take the kids to the happiest turf. Well, she was really one of the kids. I am not your Disneyland-kind-of-a-guy. I would sling a back-pack with five books and just read under some tree while sipping the lemonade slush, waiting for them to tire.
Two weeks ago, we visited Mom in California. As empty-nesters, my wife suggested a frolic at her park. Since it was quite a milestone, (Disneyland without kids), I thought the proposition was pregnant.
All day, we decided to take on the real kiddy-rides (Peter Pan, Indiana Jones etc.). I began noticing an internal recalibration. I was transforming into a boy.
Before long, the day was done. We passed by the Pixar Cars attraction (Radiator Springs Racers) ... I could not resist nudging my sweetheart for a final hop.
The rest was pure bliss. I was the race car driver zooming past asphalt and desert views. What was mere 64 km/h seemed more like 240 mph! I caught my grin reaching both ears. As I walked away from the tracks, I was mystified by the feeling of readiness.
Avocation is the inverse of work. It breaks the cycle of toil and redirects the soul to its center.
I found God in the play of tracks and spotted Him working to keep my hum.