By the time Sunday rolls around, I’m pretty much shot, spiritually. You guys only see the stuff I write about. You don’t see the stuff I don’t write about, but still have to read. So along about now, I need a day of rest. Spiritually, I mean.
So I’m eating my breakfast and my wife starts reading me this revolting story about Canada changing their national anthem to make it “gender neutral,” blah-blah, and I start singing to myself, O, my Sabbath rest got blown away, doo-dah, doo-dah/ I got no Sabbath rest today, O doo-dah day/ Wait another week, another rest to seek/ just listenin’ to dem lefties speak, O doo-dah day!
Maybe if I go outside and pray, I can get some of it back.