“So, Megan,” people ask. “What do you actually do on the Sabbath?”

 

Here is the answer for one day—26 January 2011. You’ll find holy moments as well as not-so-holy moments.

 

5:00 p.m. Tuesday—It’s actually quiet! My daughter, J.J., is sick in bed. My son, Scott, is at a basketball game, and my husband is working late. I eat a slice of veggie pizza I made earlier and read a book called “Glimpses of Heaven” by Trudy Harris, a hospice nurse.

 

7:00 p.m.—John comes home. I give him a small sausage pizza, and we visit. J.J. joins us. We turn on the State of the Union and sort of listen, sort of talk.

 

9:00 p.m.—Fall asleep, iPhone in hand, waiting for Scott to call when the game is over.

 

10:00 p.m.—Scott calls. Go fetch him from the high school. Give him the other sausage pizza. Go back to bed.

 

5:00 a.m.—Good morning! Coffee with chocolate soy milk, a granola bar, and back to the high school to run the track. No new sermons to run to. Run to music from “Glee” instead.

 

7:00 a.m.—Assorted busyness getting gets up, fed, and to school. Check email. Oops! The magazine needs the editor’s letter done today!

 

8:30 a.m.—Spend 17 minutes on first draft of editor’s letter. Will check email a dozen more times during the day, waiting for revisions. Try to post on blog, but it’s down. Email Marcus. He says they’re working on it. God whispers, “Don’t check again.”

 

9:00 a.m.—Tea ready. Sit down with Book of Common Prayer for readings/prayers associated with upcoming Epiphany 4. John calls: want to meet for breakfast? Sure! Leave Bible open on table. Off to Java Ranch for an egg and potato breakfast taco. Should I get a chai?

 

10:00 a.m.—Back home. Back to beloved Book of Common Prayer. Do communion, too, with a sip of Chardonnay and square of dark chocolate.

 

10:30 a.m.—Walk the puppies! Listen to my Sabbath playlist: Rich Mullins, Ashley Cleveland, Sara Groves, and James Mark Gulley of Antioch Community Church.

 

11:30ish—Hungry! Make soup. Lay down.

 

1:00ish—Carla calls! Talk on the phone with a dear friend for 1 hour, 15 minutes.

 

2:30ish—Watch the director’s commentary for “The Social Network.”

 

4:00 p.m.—Can’t take it anymore. Log onto Twitter. Blog still down, but comment on other people’s stuff.

 

4:30 p.m.—Oh my gosh, I’ve got to get the kids! They’re both at the high school today, one for band and one for basketball.

 

5:00 p.m.—Finally get the call back on the revisions for the editor’s letter. Finish that up. Where’s my Prayer of St. Francis? I can’t finish the Sabbath without it! John is home early. Everyone is hungry, and I haven’t started dinner. Father-in-law is coming. Find the prayer, lock myself in the bathroom, get down on my knees on the dirty floor, and pray.

 

Game on!