Why You Need To Do Yard Work — Part 1
Fridays are my day off. I do alot of yard work, playing with the dog, and working out on Fridays. Over the next few days, I’m going to post a few thoughts I’ve had doing yard work/trying to get my back yard to not look terrible.
Seven months ago, my wife and I moved to Rock Hill, SC to plant a NewSpring Church campus here in town. When we moved, we sold our first house that we had saved for and built and were very proud of. When we got here, we decided to rent a house instead of an apartment, since we have a dog and wanted a yard. Also because we didn’t know the area and we weren’t sure where we wanted to buy yet. So we moved quickly and decided to rent a small house near downtown that is quite old. It’s quaint, has a lot of character, but let’s be honest, it’s a piece of junk. I would never buy it. But it’s cheap, and it has a roof, so it works just fine for now.
When we moved here, the backyard was pretty much just a bunch of mud with some old sticks and bricks mixed in. There wasn’t a lot of grass, and there were plenty of weeds. I hated it. For a few months I would come home and just hate the fact that our yard looked horrible, and I would complain about it to myself over and over again. I would say things like, “when I buy my next house, I’m going to have a great yard,” and “if I owned this house, I would take way better care of it.” But frankly, that’s not true. Whether or not I own the house doesn’t change the fact that I had been lazy about the yard. The reason it was in bad shape was because I hadn’t put any work into making it look good, or growing grass for my dog to enjoy. Plain and simple. Then one day, I read a bible verse that convicted me about my “yard apathy.”
1 Corinthians 6:20 says, “you are not your own, you were bought with a price..” When I read that verse, I was immediately convicted about the yard. Not because grass is really that important in life, but because I understood that everything in my life, down to the smallest of details, is a matter of stewardship, not ownership. I owe it to the person who owns this house to take care of it like it is my own. To leave it better than I found it. To have a good reputation with my landlord when my lease is up and I move out. To be a good steward of the things I have been put in charge of. I believe completely that I was created by God for the sole purpose of glorifying and enjoying Him and spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ- we all were. I also believe that His purpose for us has been damaged by our sin and inability to live for His glory and not our own. However, Jesus Christ was willing to sacrifice for me, so that I can once again fulfill my purpose on Earth of bringing glory to God by enjoying a personal, intimate friendship with Him. But because I believe those things, I also believe that I’m not my own. I don’t own my decisions. I don’t own my belongings. I don’t own the money I have or the relationships I’ve been blessed with. I’m simply stewarding them.
I have an obligation to treat my body with respect. To leave it better than I found it. To have a good reputation and be in good standing with God when my “lease” on life is up. That’s why I’ll continue doing yard work on a house that I don’t own. Oh, and because my dog likes it a lot better now.