So, I could be at the John Mayer concert right now. I could be out with my friends, listening to good music, and having a great time. My friend Aaron Woods even generously offered to give me the ticket for free. Originally, I accepted the invitation, but when I learned that the concert was on Sunday, I faced a very difficult dilemma; do I go, or to I keep the Sabbath holy?
Thankfully, my friends are very understanding of my religious observances, so I had no peer pressure from them influencing my decision, though, admittedly, I did feel a little "peculiar" about turning down a wonderful opportunity. Ultimately, I had to decline attending the concert. Even though I'm sitting in their basement (feeling like Margot in Bradbury's "All Summer in a Day") typing this blog post, and not out visiting the sick and needy, or other appropriate Sabbath Day activities, I know I'm doing the right thing by not going. I'm not casting aspersions on others for going; I'm just saying that I try and keep the Sabbath, and this wasn't an easy decision for me.
In fact, I'm kind of pissed. I want to go. I'm only not going because of my temple covenants, what my children might think of my decision, and the thought that my Dad might be watching from On High and be disappointed in my choice. But, let's not be mistaken here, this isn't really willful obedience, delighting in the Sabbath, not at all; I'm not saying all this so people will heap praises on me for "doing what's right" (because wouldn't that kind of be a sin too?); nor is it me bragging about taking a stand; no, this is something else. I'm torn; I don't want to be here typing this; I want to be Waiting on the World to Change; I guess remembering the Sabbath starts with acts like this.