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Cyber Sabbath's goal is to begin to mend the division between Christ and the world (society) that Church has created through reflections, sermons and devotionals

Cyber Sabbath is a place for the stifled Christian voice to be heard. Media gives way to much time to the extremist - over looking the theologically educated and/or the moderates in favor of what sells their view point. Here, politics aside, a pastor reflects on God's voice in every day life.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Things I never thought I would do...

There are a few things I true believe that I will never do before I die, and most of them I am OK with.  I really don't want to go to Africa and risk diseases - although I will support and pray for you should you feel called to do so.  I really don't think I'll ever rock climb out on a real rock cliff - although I do enjoy the rock walls.
Well, when I got married, I truly believed I would never have to mow a lawn. I had gotten away with not doing so as a kid and well I was hopeful that as an adult I could get away with it as well. For you see, I am truly truly freaked out about lawn mowers and in an irrational way.  I pray for people when I see them mowing and even when I only hear a mower going.  I am just as freaked out of the push mowers as well as the riding. 

This utter fear comes from a combination of my great grandfather's lie and a summer hospital internship and perhaps my mother. My great grandfather who I called grand dad he was a WWI vet who lost his two middle fingers on his righ hand in war but as a young child he would point his stubs at me and tell me it was due to a horrible lawn mower accident.  I am sure the trauma was more in the way he would point the fingerless knuckles right into my eyes and tell me to watch out for mowers! Well watch out I did.  Then one summer I had a hospital internship and a woman came in who had been mangled by a lawn mower when she fell off a riding mower and it ran her over. It was awful!  Thus my mower fear only grew.  My mother who is a perfectionist of sorts, only enhanced this avoidance by not allowing me to mow the lawn in fear that I wouldn't do it right.

Thus, my phobia of lawn mowers began.  I happily married a man who didn't mind mowing the lawn and my problems seemed solved.  Until I began reading and leading a new Spiritual study group at church.  This weeks challenge was in trying new things and getting outside our comfort zone - of course this really meant how we talk to / share our faith with others, but it got me thinking...So when we needed our lawn mowed and my husband also needed to get several things done in the house.  I decided to attempt to mow the lawn!

IT WAS A SUCCESS (If I do say so myself!) Granted I only did like 4/5th of the yard and left the scary dangerous slopes to my husband - I did indeed take my life in my own hands and drive myself around on the riding mower.  Luckily it was the kind that if you stood up it stopped (and I tested it twice just to make sure).

So, today, I did something I thought (and maybe hoped) I would never have to do and tonight I met a lady who is in her 70s who has officially never mowed a lawn!