Jailhouse Rock

Today I spent my Sabbath glued to the computer, watching breaking news coverage of a former boss who was sentenced for stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from the non-profit where we worked. The affidavit said she committed crimes “against the peace and dignity of the State.”

I started observing the Sabbath when I worked for her. The job became a 24/7 thing, back before that phrase entered the vernacular. I took Sunday off each week, mainly so I could get some sleep. At the time, my observance wasn’t particularly spiritual. When I left the job, I also left Sabbaths behind for the next five years.

Shortly before we moved from that city, my husband had a friend who spent three months in the county jail before he was transferred to another facility. My husband visited his friend on Sunday mornings because the line was shorter than on Saturdays.

If I still lived in that city, I’d get in that line at the same county jail this Sunday morning. I don’t think Jesus would consider it breaking the Sabbath. After all, He said, “I was in prison, and you came to visit me.” (Matthew 25:37). My old boss could use some time with the Rock, even it’s in jail.