For those who known me I am not traditional shomer Shabbos. We don’t keep a Kosher home and I have been know to use my computer on Shabbat. But we do go to shul at least once a week. I don’t drive on Shabbat unless it is an emergency. There have been a couple exceptions to that driving rule. During the winter, I have no way of getting home from work before Shabbat starts. I do the best I can, but my commute is too long and I simply can’t leave before 4:30. I have also driven to pick up medication for my children which I think is allowable. I refused to miss my niece’s birthday party so we “pushed” the Shabbat start time. Then there was the Ithaca trip. I was supposed to fly home Friday afternoon. My flight was canceled. So I was forced to choose between flying on Shabbat or not seeing my family all weekend, guess what I chose. For me Shabbat is about family and community. The last two exceptions were very much about those two things.
Which brings me to Labor day. I have cousins in Canada whom I love very much. One of which is getting married in Kentucky on the Sunday of Labor day Weekend. We can’t take flights out on Sunday and reliably make the wedding. Also for various work, school, and financial related reasons we can’t leave on Friday. That means we are flying out on Saturday. Even though I am not a literal interpretation of the bible kind of guy, Shabbat has become very important to me. But I will break Shabbat on Labor Day and I will not feel guilty. I am going to witness a mitzvah and celebrate with people I love very much. People who when my Mother died, dropped everything to fly to another county and be with us, morn with us, and celebrate the Elijah’s Bris. How could I in good conscious make any other decision and still be true to myself.
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