I love the idea of not cooking on Sunday as part of resting since so much of the week involves meal preparation and clean up.
I consider the ease of the rotisserie chicken from the grocery store. I consider frozen pizza. I consider how a special Sunday dinner doesn’t always mean rolling out buttermilk biscuits and standing over the stove. It doesn’t mean spending the afternoon washing dishes.
But it does mean gathering around the table, talking about the sermon, and letting everyone relax for the afternoon. It doesn’t mean waving the To Do list around and valuing productivity and efficiency.
Not today. We all rest in our own ways, enjoying God and one another.
And we eat food I didn’t prepare, at least on this day when cooking doesn’t feel like rest.