We have a washing machine but not a dryer. We’ve never owned one. My parents never owned one.
So on days like this where it’s too warm to turn on the radiators — we don’t have a furnace, either — but too cool and overcast most days to hang laundry outside, wash days have to be chosen carefully.
So one load got done yesterday, but two loads needed to be done today. We hung one out before leaving for church, and did the other one after lunch.
However, my youngest decided that the dust in his room is what’s bothering his allergies and embarked on an all day cleanup that involved removing great amounts of fabric-bearing furniture to the outdoors, and then hauling out the central vacuum, which I thought we were done with yesterday. But since it was out already, I figured I might as well touch up a few things that got missed the day before.
My oldest decided to do some cleaning in his room as well. My wife’s transgression of the sabbath was limited to working on her newest cross-stitch.
I did observe my computer sabbath until around 5:00 PM, when the first e-mail that greeted me was work-related. And then, because we’re flat broke, we spent about a half-hour rolling coins; quarters, nickels, dimes and pennies that were accumulating around the house, which is strange because we pay for everything using plastic.
At one earlier point I did manage to take 30 minutes to crash out in a garden chair, and stripped to nothing but shorts, soak in the last of the sun’s warm rays before the snow starts flying in a few weeks. I tilted my head to the sun, closed my eyes, and prayed: “Okay, God; what exactly did you have in mind for this day to be set apart for you?”
I’m sure he meant more than the 90 minute church service we attended. Last week at this time I had some books to review, but today my reading consisted of catching up on a week’s worth of newspapers. Other than the phone not ringing so much, this day isn’t much different than all the others.
I believe strongly that a day set apart for the worship of God should consist of more than simply not working. There ought to be a positive that balances out the negative; a commission that balances out the omission.
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Prayer request: Pray for J. and B. J. is on her way to the hospital to deliver the baby who apparently no longer is showing vital signs. I can’t imagine the emotions that would go with that.