Monday, December 15, 2008


Remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy.
It seemed an impossibly archaic legalistic rule
Back on the farm when Mom and Dad napped on Sunday afternoons
Even on bright sunny days late in the harvest season
When crops needed to come off the fields.
Nobody worked on Sunday. Period.
The only work you were allowed was the feeding of people and animals.
Instead, you visited, shared food, and napped.

Remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy
I sit impatiently in church, thinking of all the tasks I need to do today.
At home, I start sorting laundry before digging through the cupboards
To find something to feed the children.
Then I settle in to wash yesterday’s dishes.
Before I’ve even had a chance to eat something
I rush out the door to drive the first 2 family members to where they need to be
On the way home, I stop at the store for a few household items
Then rush home to pick up the next 2 family members.
I drive them to the mall where they’re meeting friends.
The first 2 family members are ready to be picked up
So I drive them home and return to the mall.
Their shopping done, I drive the friends to their respective homes
And then return home to sort more laundry.
A quick supper, eaten mostly between vacuum strokes and laundry loads,
I rush out the door for an evening meeting
Where we plan a long list of activities for visiting exchange students.
Meeting done, I’m back home, folding laundry. Sorting. Piling.

Remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy
At ten thirty at night, I toss the last load in the dryer
Crawl into bed. Spent.
Exhausted. I need to sleep
Because tomorrow I go back to “work.”

I wish I could figure out how to reclaim the Sabbath
Because I think God is smarter than I am.


Anvilcloud said...

It's a good idea, but it's a different world now.

mmichele said...

I keep thinking there must be a way.

Liz said...

I wasn't raised with the Sabbath, but I understand the reason behind it. To me, it's also a laundry day or I wouldn't have anything to wear to work on Monday.

Pamela said...

my mom worked her butt off to be prepared to rest and then had a headache on Sabbath.

I think we just need to plan a day of rest from the regular worries of our world -- and concentrate on things that will lift us up. To give us strength to return to the mundane and the rat race.

I think I'm ready for that, too.