This is a beautifully written encouragement. I grew up in a home where inviting visitors home to Sunday dinner after church was an every week event. Only God knows how my Mother stretched meals to fit the changing crowd, but she did it. She started preparing on Saturday. By Sunday supper, my Dad was in charge of pancakes or grilled cheese and she was stretched out on the couch. If you can’t cook or open your home, you can still invite someone to join you at a local spot for lunch, or pick up some deli sandwiches or chicken at the store and have a picnic. It’s about the fellowship more than the food. I love it.