Mow-mento Mow-ri
I know that this might sound crazy to most people, but I love mowing my lawn. The smell of fresh cut grass is invigorating. And the sight of a freshly mowed lawn often leaves me speechless. While mowing, I often think about the Scripture verses in 1 Corinthians 3:6-9 and how I am in a small way, cooperating with God in the lawn business. I cut, plant and water, but He causes the growth. It reminds me that I am called to faithfully do what I can, while at the same time not being too proud or haughty at the end result. Because the almighty, omnipotent God was the One to cause the actual growth. So in other words, mowing my lawn often humbles me.
I have read about people who speak about their preferable place to die (as if they had a choice in the matter). Some would choose church as the best place to die. Others mention golf courses, gardens, in the arms of a loved one or in their sleep as the most desirable places to be when they pass away.
Maybe mowing the lawn wouldn’t be such a bad place to be when I pass from this world… It might even look something like this:
Momento Mori.
