We had just been on a cruise on the Hudson river, it was early evening, and we were making our way to an underground station in New York. But we were hungry, so we stepped into a McDonalds. They seemed to have the shop-fitters in, redoing the place, but it was still open, and we ordered some food and then some coffee.
“Do you want ‘space'” she said. We looked at each other. Did she say space? We asked her to repeat herself, which she did, but seemed to say the same thing. After one more attempt, with the same response, but a little more emphatically, we admitted that we didn’t know what she was asking us.
She didn’t seem amused that we were so thick, but condescended to explain if we wanted space “for the milk.”
Funny thing space. It means a gap, a place for nothing. A significant nothing. That’s the thing.
Like silence. Like rest. Like stopping.
She was right to be impatient with us. It is so reckless and inexcusable not to leave space in our lives. Like the writer to the Hebrews points us to, entering into ‘rest’ is what God intended originally, what he aspired to for Israel, and what he achieved for us in Jesus. Go live in rest.