I then let her know that the plot is about the superheroes feeling a little insecure about a new super power coming to save the world, Jesus. She told me what church bus her kids rode. "You have to work a lot of Sundays, don't you?" I asked. "Yes, every Sunday. They used to pay us $1 more an hour, but the new employees don't even get that."
Keeping the Sabbath isn't what it used to be. I remember my feelings growing up wondering if I would complain to an employer if they asked me to work on Sundays. Back then there was a federal law which protected you from that if it was for religious reasons, like being a contentious objector to working on the Sabbath. Haven't heard of that one lately, have you?
"Farmer Boy," by Laura Ingals Wilder had a whole chapter about her husband's childhood memory of keeping the Sabbath. It was strictly observed which was very boring for active little boys. If my memory serves me, they snuck out while the grown-ups snoozed to try out their new sleds, a big "no-no." All was going well until a pig wandered in their path and refused to be quiet about being swooped up unexpectedly to ride down the hill on their laps. Busted. It is a reminder that more often than not observing the Sabbath was the same as boredom. We've completely lost that concept in my lifetime. However, the opposite of boredom is overwork, even playing too hard.
These pictures are from ladies retreat last year at Lake Tahoe.