“I think,” Stan said, “that I told you I grew up on a farm.”
“Yes, you did.”
“One day when my dad and I were going somewhere in his pickup truck, we drove by a neighbor’s farm. My dad slowed down and said, ‘look at all those weeds. Harry sure is a lazy farmer!’”
Continuing, Stan said, “I never want to hear those words from God.”
“You’re not a farmer, Stan.”
“No, I am not, but there’s an analogy here.”
“I do not want my Heavenly Father and His Son to drive by my life and say, ‘look at all those weeds. Stan sure is a lazy Christian!”
Stan went on, “Weeds sprout up in my life if I am not careful to keep them out. Satan just loves to spread his weed seed and hope for germination. He loves to see lazy Christians.”
“By saying ‘lazy Christian,’” I asked…
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