The word relax has become this toxic, unthinkable evil of anti-good. Imagine: to actually hit pause and have some guilt-free time for yourself. To watch a sun rise, pray all day, and watch the sun dip away. God commands rest. I don’t mean laziness. I just mean: God gives us a scenic route, too. The robotic-routine of hamster wheel dedication to this world does not fill our dying souls. You know what they say: sometimes you got to stop and smell those roses. That’s why they smell like that: to snap people out of it.
Quote: Relax
J.S. Park: Hospital Chaplain 