Sabbath Speed: Why We Glide on Sundays

A Sacred Reflection from The Church of the One Wheel

Opening Scripture:

“On the seventh day, He did not rest. He rode — slowly, peacefully, between brunch and glory.”
— Book of Weekend 7:1

Sermon:

Wheelievers,

Let us address a question often asked by pedestrians, scooter people, and the spiritually unbalanced:

“Why do you ride on Sundays?”

The answer, dear congregation, is simple:

Because the Sabbath was made for motion.

It is not a day to stand still.
It is not a day to trudge.

It is a day to glide — deliberately, soulfully, and slightly faster than walking speed.

I. Sunday Is Sacred

In the ancient scrolls (and by scrolls, we mean trail maps), it is written:

“He who rides without rush on the seventh day shall enter a state of holy flow.”

Sundays are not for top speed.
They are for Sabbath Speed — the perfect pace between reckless and reverent.

A speed where:

• You can hear the birds

• You can smell the brunch

• And you still have time to wave smugly at a jogger

II. The Sacred Glide

True Sunday riding is not about arriving — it's about becoming:

• Becoming present

• Becoming balanced

• Becoming slightly late to lunch, but spiritually early

There is no rush on the Sabbath ride.
You are not commuting.
You are communing.

III. The Original Riders

Let us not forget the first disciples of balance:

• They did not measure rides in miles

• They measured them in vibes

• They rolled through gardens, beaches, cul-de-sacs of clarity

They taught us to coast, not chase.
To brake gently.
To nod to other riders as if you shared a secret — because you do.

Closing Words:

“Six days thou shalt strive, but on the seventh, thou shalt coast like a legend.”
— Weekend Epistles 3:7

So ride today.

Not to prove anything.
Not to race.
But to remember what it feels like to simply be... moving.

To glide in grace.
To Sabbath in style.
To balance — with bagel in hand and sunshine on your face.

Amen.