Cigarettes

Late one summer afternoon, as I sat on my front stoop, my neighbor came home from work. As Steve often did, he sat in his car and surveyed his lawn. If there was one long blade of grass anywhere, Steve would get his mower. That day, while Steve mowed, his daughter came home from school. As she left her car for the house, a pack of cigarettes fell to the ground. When Steve saw the cigarettes, he stopped his mower and walked slowly to his daughter’s car. He picked up the cigarettes and stood holding them for a long while.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!

Josh