When our girls lived with us between college graduation and their time working in Kenya we made it a point to all cook Sunday dinner together. Schedules may have allowed us to miss each other a number of times during the week, but we all made it a point to be in the kitchen come late afternoon each Sunday.
Somewhere along the line we started lighting a Jesus candle on the kitchen countertop. We called it "Cooking with Jesus". The idea of Cooking with Jesus involves music, conversation, and laughter. It contains cooperate effort to prepare good food for a great meal. There is a distinct possibility of spontaneous dancing. Did I mention the good music?
There are hugs, tears, and lots of joy. And over the meal the stories of the past week were shared with time lingered over the high as well as low points. Later on dreams of the coming days are spoken. It is good. It is family. It still is family when we get together with our girls and now their men.
Last weekend My Girl and I stopped by a big international market north of Atlanta. I think we both had the same reaction when we turned a corner and spotted this wall of Jesus candles. It was something like, "Whoa, that is a whole lot of Cooking with Jesus. Yes, that is a lot of Jesus".