During my last couple of years of being a pastor, one of the few themes I kept coming back to was the idea of rest. I preached sermons telling people that they need to rest and that God commands it. Once a month, we didn’t put together a Sunday morning gathering so that all of us could simply rest.
Simple idea. But as we discovered, it was ridiculously hard to do. It was hard to run counter to our surrounding culture, to choose to stop and rest.
I found help though from an unexpected source. My smoker.
A couple of Christmases ago, I got a smoker and found myself a hobby. I wanted a smoker because of dearth of good barbeque in the South Bay.
But I’ve been sticking with it because it’s a restful process for me. Cook times are measured in hour increments. Low and slow, slows me down.
An all-too-brief photo log of last weekend’s obsession/hobby/Sabbath rest: