Make it on Sunday
My client called, perturbed that I'd stopped working on Shabbat.
"The World is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers."
- William Wordsworth
About three years ago, I made an important decision about deepening my commitment to Jewish practice. The result of that decision led me to an important discovery that I have never forgotten.
I had been attending synagogue regularly every Saturday morning for many years, but I had continued working in the afternoons. I justified it because, as an interior designer, I found it difficult to see my clients who had day jobs during the weekdays. Evenings proved equally difficult, especially because that was time I spent with my children. That left only Saturday afternoons and Sundays for scheduling appointments with my working clients.
Slowly, however, in subtle ways I began noticing my discomfort and ambivalence about beginning Shabbat in prayer and contemplation -- and then suddenly being in the mode of "getting and spending." My deepening connection to Shabbat and the special mood I was able to create would dissipate when I became involved in work and material matters. I experienced it as a "disconnect."
Finally I decided that I would not accept any more work on Shabbat.
I felt good about my decision. One morning, however, I received a call from Karen, one of my best clients, with whom I had worked for many years. Karen had recommended me to her friend, Joanna, and she was calling to tell me how perturbed she was when she found out from Joanna that I wouldn't work on Saturdays. "You always worked on Saturdays for me."
I took a deep breath. "Yes, I know," I acknowledged, "but something has changed in my life. I made a commitment as part of my spiritual and religious practice, not to work on Shabbat, and not to do any work which could contribute toward my earning a living."
"Well, I guess you don't care about your livelihood if you made such a decision," Karen said, with an edge to her voice. "After all, we work all week long, and we have such long hours that we can't even see you in the evenings, which only leaves Saturday and Sunday."
"I can hear the level of your frustration and consternation in your voice at this new information," I affirmed, "but this is a serious decision which I did not arrive at lightly. And I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience to you and Joanna."
There was a long silence. I waited, expecting and fearing that Karen would announce that our working relationship was terminated.
"Well then," she finally said, "we'll make it on Sunday."
God was testing to see if my commitment was real.
I thanked her, and we said goodbye. I hung up the phone, a broad grin spreading across my face. I looked heavenward and addressed my comments out loud to the Creator:
"You were testing me, weren't you... to see if my commitment was real, and to see if I could not be swayed from my resolve to make Shabbat holy?"
I experienced God's smile in return, as a canopy of warmth spread over me.
Since then, I've never reneged on my commitment, even turning down money that I needed. The money I sacrificed would always come back in another form, I soon discovered. But a Shabbat lost is a Shabbat lost forever.