Today being New Year's Days past month, I stayed up until midnight the night before. I woke up at 6:30am to get to the church in time to be an usher for the first service from twenty minutes before the service up through the pastor's welcome. While the pastor welcomed the congregation to the service, I slipped to the back of the church, changed into my choir robe, and ascended into the choir loft for the rest of the service. After the first service, the choir director asked if I could stay for the second service. I reluctantly said yes, and went to Sunday School, despairing of rest on the Sabbath, of all times. I stayed for the whole of Sunday school, as I usually do, instead of leaving early, as those who sing for the second service are encouraged to do. Because I did this, the director said I probably shouldn't sing after all, because I didn't get to practice the anthem or warm up before either service. Some part of my brain felt guilty for getting out of additional choir duties, and the other part of my brain was glad for the same reason. I drove home, crashed on my bed, and slept for three hours. There is something wrong about having to deal with so much harried activity and guilt on the Lord's Day. I will be doing this for the rest of the month -- that is, ushering and choiring in the same service -- for the rest of the month. I'll do it, buut afterwards, I think something is going to have to give.