I don't remember the last time I've had an actual sabbath where I've done absolutely nothing. I know that I'm supposed to keep holy the Sabbath, but I've been a church musician since I was about 18 years old. That's almost 30 years of working on the Sabbath. I'm used to working on Sunday. It felt odd not to work this morning. In fact, I woke up, and one of the first thoughts through my head was, "What am I supposed to be playing today?" It took me a few seconds to remember where I was and what I was doing.
I could easily get used to this kind of Sabbath. I like taking a day off. Of course, I also like getting paid, as well. I won't be getting a day of rest like this again until October, when my daughter attends her dance convention in the Wisconsin Dells. Funny, I only rest on Sabbaths because of dance. This morning, my daughter bought me a bracelet. It has a silver face that simply reads "Daddy." I'm wearing it now. She bought a bracelet for herself that reads "Daddy's Girl." She's wearing hers now. And that's what this weekend is all about. Focusing on being the best father I can be.
Saint Marty thinks that's the greatest way to honor the sabbath. With love and devotion.
I call it work |
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