I spent a good portion of my weekend doing yard word.  For the record, I’m being a little generous with the use of the word “yard” when it comes to the tiny postage stamp of grass that sits behind my townhouse.  But, whatever – it needed a lot of work after an extended time of neglect.

Here’s a condensed chronology of my thought process throughout the experience:

- I HATE YARD WORK!!!

- I seriously need to pay someone to do this kind of stuff.

- Wait…you’re a pastor, you can’t afford a that.

- Guess I better get okay with doing it myself.

- What’s wrong with me?!?

-  How many people in Haiti or Rwanda or any other country you name would love to have a yard to take care of?

- No need to go international with that question.  There’s plenty of people right here in DC that would love to have this “problem.”

- Maybe you should whine a little less there, McG.

- Father, thanks for even providing this place for me to live in.

- Yard work really is a form of stewardship – I’m just taking care of what God has allowed me to use for a season.

- Wow, I’m an idiot – yard work isn’t a chore, it’s worship if it’s done in such a way that reminds me to celebrate God and His goodness in my life.

Paul wrote, “So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” (1 Corinthians 10:31)

Interesting – just a small shift in our attitudes can turn the mundane tasks of life into times of worship.  Even yard work.  Even that thing you are dreading today.