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Schedules

Schedules, timetables, routines.  They give us something to get up for in the morning.  They keep us engaged and give structure to our lives. Many people are almost religious about their schedules.  I know that my late father-in-law certainly was.  He sometimes went as far as to say that a person who was not punctual was a person with no values.  While I would never be so extreme in my views, I would say that I fully understand what he meant when he said that.

When my father-in-law retired from his job twenty five years ago, his schedule kept him engaged, happy and healthy for many years.  He continued to rise from bed at five o'clock every morning and joined some local friends for a morning walk.  After coming home, he would help (supervise, rather!) cleaning up the house and garden.  Then he would bathe, wash his clothes, get ready for the day.  He would pray, eat his breakfast and then take rest.  He would eat his lunch and then spend the afternoon in reading scriptures and singing hymns along with his friends.  In the evening, after dinner, he would retire for the night.  He always told me that one should be very particular about things like having meals on time.  As far as he was concerned, this was essential for health.

My husband Yash, according to his father, was a man without principles.  Yash has a long commute and reaches home late at night.  He has a six day week too.  When he has a day off, he lies on the bed most of the time.  Unlike me, he doesn't enjoy reading but he loves to surf the net.  On holidays, he loves to surf the net way into the night.  Yet Yash is as happy in his life as my FIL was in his.

I always remember Jesus putting things into perspective in the New Testament.  God made the Sabbath for man, not man for the Sabbath.  The rules are there to help and guide us, but we are more important than they are.  I try to follow this principle.  As far as I am concerned, Jesus came to free us from all bondage, as the Prophet Isaiah said, he came to set captives free.  So you won't find me in bondage to any schedule.  I use them as a helpful guide and nothing more.

I'm posting this post a little late this evening.  I'm really very sorry, but I got busy chasing my kids around this evening and, well, in my life the kids come first!

This topic ('Schedules') was chosen by me, gaelikaa.  This is my weekly post for the Loose Blogger Consortium. We are a group of bloggers from different parts of the world with diverse views and styles of writing, and we post simultaneously (well, we try to) on a weekly basis on a given topic.  This week we are joined by two new members, Delirious and Padmini. Currently active members are, in alphabetical order AshokConrad, gaelikaa, Grannymar, and Rummuser.

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