One byproduct of our lives right now is that Sundays have become hectic. The reasons are all good, but gone are the days of lazy lunches and afternoon naps. It's tricky to mourn the loss of a restful Sabbath when the heart behind it is Christ. We feel the gain, but loss is still loss.
So we take our Sabbaths when they come.
Tonight was set aside for service, but we subbed in Sabbath, the kind with homemade tomato soup, grilled cheese on the good bread with muenster and cheddar, peanut butter cake. We stayed in our socks, read books, did math. Baths weren't rushed. Scrubbed cheeks were extra-smooched.