Sunday is not a day of rest

Perhaps an afternoon of rest, but that’s about it. I didn’t go to the Sunday morning service today (basically, snowed in; my little car would have gotten stuck in the parking lot, and I didn’t feel like battling the drifts). I was thinking about what I wanted to do today and the answer was ‘rest’. And then I had to laugh. Sunday is technically supposed to be our day of rest. But, under normal circumstances, is it? Normally, I’m getting the kids ready, heading off to church, we sing and worship, send the kids to Sunday School, I get to sit for a few minutes listening to a sermon, pack up the kids, head home, make lunch…and then…experience a few hours of rest (by the time lunch is finished, its usually past 2:30pm). Then there is a group of people who come over for supper on Sunday evenings and hang out. So where’s the rest?

Then I asked myself another question: can a person find rest in community? And what does rest really look like?