I love my Sabbath days. I do my best to keep them. For us as Adventists, that means resting and worshiping and taking in the beauty of what’s been created whenever possible from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday.
For me, that Saturday Sabbath is something that’s drawn me in to the Adventist religion ever since I started attending its churches nearly 23 years ago. It just makes sense to me, in terms of the day that was set aside for rest and what is the seventh day on the calendar.
I’ve had a pretty good Sabbath routine going in my spiritual life in those 23 years spent attending Adventist churches — being able to put aside any work as it turns dark on a Friday evening and even dozing off early in wonderful relaxation, getting ready for church and heading out the door to worship on a Saturday morning — or spending time studying and worshiping at home — napping on a Saturday afternoon, enjoying some time for fellowship.
In all those years, about the only times that I’ve had to do any work — aside from that involving church duties — on my Sabbath days have been those days about 3-4 months apart when I’d be carrying a pager while on-call at my full-time job. I could live with those occasional breaks in my Sabbath-keeping routine, and from mid-September of 2006 and on through the next five years, I didn’t even have to deal with an on-call routine.
That felt good. I love these Sabbath days — days that I can spend with family and friends, focusing on the words that can recharge me.
But as the weeks and months of unemployment have gone by, and as finances and a family’s security become threatened by little to no response to job search efforts, I’ve found myself going back and forth in my mind and in my heart about looking for work that would have a dramatic impact on my Sabbath beliefs and routines.
For example, there’s been this internal and external struggle going on for a while now with the thought of going around to dealerships offering paid training to become a car salesman. If I put my mind to it, I believe I could do the job. But then there’s the sticky issue of the best days to sell cars falling on Saturdays.
I’m still very serious about trying to start something of my own to make money. Those wheels are in motion. The only thing is that it would take some time before that becomes a good enough money-making alternative to keep us afloat financially. It would take what amounts to a miracle to have it take off that fast.
In other words, it would take a miracle to keep my beloved Saturday Sabbath-keeping routine from being threatened. That’s a thought that tears at me.
Yet, here I am — faced with hard choices, praying for a miracle during this long Labor Day weekend. Even if that miracle doesn’t happen on the timeline that I want, even if I do have to “resort” to being a car salesman and working on Saturdays and trying to “carve out” a day of rest at another time, I’d bust my hump to get back into that preferred routine by making my own “work-at-home” idea as big as it can possibly be, as soon as possible. That’s the best hope I have at this point.
I believe in miracles. Here it is, as I write this on a Saturday, and I believe that “this is the day.” I’m praying to be able to keep it that way.
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