This summer, I am doing nothing. At least that is what I am supposed to be doing. I am on sabbatical -- the strange privilege of academic elites and pretentious clergy. (I fall into the latter category.) Every seven years, as the tradition goes, we beneficiaries of this rare entitlement are to leave behind our normal jobs for a few months to pursue those important aspects of our professional lives, which more pressing demands always seem to shove to the back burner. A university professor sets aside teaching responsibilities to engage their research, and an Episcopal priest like me reads, prays, and goes to church without needing to put everyone else's spiritual needs first.