I'm not sure how I would survive without Sundays. Could that be part of the reason God invented it? :)
Not only do I appreciate the rest from everyday work and consumerism (we try hard not to shop or eat out on this one day a week)- but I love being surrounded by other believers, worshipping with the doctrine-filled, God-centered hymns, and hearing the Word of God preached by my faithful Pastor.
I'm even starting to enjoy being convicted by the Word, as I realize more and more how close I am to the finish line and how little time there is for me to get prepared for my real home. (No, I'm not sick...But at 50+ I can't exactly claim to be middle-aged anymore -unless I live to be 106, which does not appeal to me in the slightest way.)
I also love that our church has an evening service. Worshipping twice is getting rarer and rarer these days. I have to admit that each Sunday afternoon, after a nice nap with my current napping buddy, Daniel - and after leisurely reading something that takes my thoughts off myself (yesterday was "Worldliness: Resisting the Seduction of a Fallen World", by C.J. Mahaney), I start to waffle on my commitment to go to both services. It's just extra-hard sometimes to get out of my comfy napping clothes and back into my Sunday church clothes.
And don't even get me started on how we shouldn't worry about dressing up for church.
If I wouldn't go see an orchestra or the President or attend a wedding in my comfy, casual clothes then I certainly should offer my best to the God of Heaven and Earth. Not because He demands it - but because I willingly show Him, and others, that it's a special occasion for me.
However...When I'm there again, sitting with my husband and children, ending the day in worship just as I began it, I am grateful that I've given the better part of one day out of the week to "be still and know that He is God." And doing it corporately is good accountability - and encouraging to boot.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow - and Sunday is definitely a praise-worthy blessing.