wrapped in holiness...

Last Shabbat, one of guys took me aside during Kiddush and told me about a moral dilemma he'd faced earlier in the morning: He'd driven by me and had wondered whether to offer me a lift or not. Would I have gotten into his car? Because, he explained, I had been "wrapped in holiness," and he hadn't wanted to disturb me. I didn't understand (would you?), and he explained: Would he be desecrating my Shabbat by even asking me whether I would like a ride to shul? Especially since I was busy being holy (his words)? I was struck by this image of holiness because something as mundane and at times annoying as walking to synagogue had not exactly struck me as a sacred act. But it made him think about Shabbat and what Shabbat might mean. It also made me uncomfortable, as a "model" for religiosity.