In AW Tozer's book, "The Knowledge of the Holy," he quotes Frederick W. Faber's poem:
Darkness to the intellect
But sunshine to the heart.
Any guesses as to what he's talking about?
In case anyone is wondering, Brian is currently on the other side of the world in Barrigada, Guam. He's serving his church internship at Harvest Baptist Ministries. Last weekend Brian went snorkeling for the first time and saw some Nemos and a blue starfish. His main responsibilities include teaching Bible and the daily chapels at Cool School for the kids.
This past Saturday I was introduced to the wonderful art of carving finely contoured lines into shimmering green waves of grass. Yep, I learned how to . . .
mow a lawn. Maybe some of you already have your MAs in lawnmowing, but I'm in kindergarten, okay? No, I've never mowed a lawn before. My two big brothers always mowed, and now that I live in the city, there's no grass. Brian's dad taught me how to use the rider mower . . . let's just say that for starters, I couldn't even push the break pedal all the way down. (Hooray for short people!) My question for you is: "What's the most artistic and poetic way to describe mowing the lawn?" As a writer, I'd be interested to hear what you have to say . . .