My husband told me he doesn't like White Christmas by Bing Crosby. That sounds awfully close to blasphemy to me.
I've felt recently that I need to work harder to keep the Sabbath holy - specifically, not read novels on Sunday, but instead read religious books. The first two Sundays I felt this, I just ignored the feeling. The past two Sundays I have read The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis instead of whatever novel I happen to be in. It was so hard. I spent far less of the day reading than I normally do. I'm kind of embarrassed by how difficult this is for me. But at least I am making progress. I know I need to make Sunday a special day, set it apart from the rest of the week.