I finally got out of bed this slow labor day morning to a ring at the doorbell. It was Jim, a member of our church and master of all things history and moving. While mingling on Sunday he asked if I needed a lawn mower. Little did he know that Megan and I had spoken earlier in the week of needing to buy one. He offered to swing by on Monday morning to drop it off and see if it worked.
We stepped outside to his (from what I remember) Chrysler Pacifica. The van housed his beautiful dog Duchess (shitzu mix) who eagerly (and obediently) ran into my backyard. He opened the side door to reveal an old lawn mower. It was perfect. It reminded me of our dear old neighbor Danny K. He made most of his living by mowing a handful of lawns a week.
Jim told me that this was his mother’s lawnmower and he hadn’t used it in about a year. After a little priming, gasoline, and a few hard pulls on the motor, she started right up. Yesterday I planned on using today as a study day. But after a generous gift and a long look at our lawn which was desperately needing a trim, I changed my Monday morning plans. When Megan heard that I was going to mow the lawn, she laughed and told her family. She asked me if I had ever mowed a lawn before – as if I had never been a child in middle class America – and I responded defensively, “Of course!” She snickered, told me I was her hero, and went to do a workout in the basement. As I was finishing up the lawn, I saw another congregation member doing his daily stroll around the neighborhood. Within two hours of being outside, I ran into two members of the congregation I serve, receiving warm encouragement and a reminder that Megan and I are not alone.
This community continues to humble me with its generosity. I never expected to be gifted an old lawn mower, let alone have it delivered to my home. I never expected Roger, a faithful congregant, to find us our home. I never expected to be so warmly welcomed and so extensively thought of. This a good kind of new and I am so grateful.
PS - I did not wear my fifth pocket when I mowed the lawn. I regret this. I have added a new item to my daily carry.