“I'll come back tomorrow and do this section of lawn,” Jason said.
“I'll tell you the same thing I told Dean,” I said. “When you work for me, you don't work on Sunday.”
Saturday evening I had entertained company for dinner. Getting ready for this preoccupied my mind that day. Thus I forgot all about my yard boy, turned on the water, and soaked a small patch of my lawn. Because of this he had to leave that parcel of grass.
The next day as I started to leave for church, Jason’s dad walked up to me. “That tall grass looks outlandish,” he said. “I'll mow it today.”
I told him people don't work for me on Sunday. “We're leaving soon,” he said. “Don't you want me to mow it for you.”
“Do you mean Jason won't be back tomorrow to mow it for me?” I asked.
“You want Jason to mow it tomorrow,” he said.
“Yes,” I said, as I drove off to church.
Sometimes when we take a stand for Christ, it makes us look a little ridiculous. Jason's dad will not forget that spot of tall grass on my lawn. I will probably get talked about. People in my neighborhood will know that being a Christian means something to me.
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