I’m starting to get used to a day off. Six days a week I work. The job description is rather varied, from counseling to meetings to preaching to helping to . . .
So, today I did some banking, renewed a car license, watched TV, cleaned up some computer files, ate a great supper of steak and a lunch of newly made pea soup. The time flies – quite literally it seems to pass by, even during the afternoon nap time!!
I’m not sure I totally understand the idea of sabbathing. But I sense that there is a difference in a week when a day is off.